The Catteni antiseptic lotion was not a specific cure for everything that could happen to the unwary. But the anaesthetic from the darts could be a boon.
Zainal was bounding up the hill in front of them now, then switching to a zig zag on the steeper parts. He waited on the height for her and pointed. Two fields over she could see the cubes of Catteni supply crates and the fringes of s.p.a.ce occupied by inert bodies. At this distance, she couldn"t tell if they were being beset by scavengers yet.
Zainal cupped his mouth and hollered a weird cry.
It was answered, she thought, by one of the aliens following. He nodded satisfaction and began the descent.
This hillside was covered with some sort of th.o.r.n.y growth that clung to the fabric of their coveralls with a tenacity which made her glad it wasn"t her flesh that was bared.
Zainal, caught on a thick limb, hauled out his hatchet and hewed the limb. Even separated from the mother bush, it still clung to him.
"Careful," Zainal said, holding up his free hand to warn her back.
"Chop first," he added, pointing to the bushes in her way.
"Can I help you?"
"Go down. Hurry," he said, gesturing emphatically to the field now out of sight behind the next rise.
"Stamp, yell." She hesitated a brief moment more but the flash of his eyes when he glanced up from disentangling the thicket branch from his coverall was enough to send her on her way. She used her hatchet to slash and bash a way in front of her and succeeded in reaching clear ground, covered by a stubble of harvested crops, with no further delays.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him finally free of the branch. So she ran on, across the field, neatly leaping the low hedge on the far side and down into the next. She thought she heard cries rising from the drop field. That made her run faster, shouting, giving the cowboy yells she had practised as a tomboy. She paused long enough at the separating hedge to pick up handfuls of stones. Then she leapt over that hedge and almost landed on someone"s face. A human. In fact, every body near her was human.
Some had already been attacked by the scavengers.
First she threw her rocks in as wide an arc as she could, shouting as she did so. Then she stomped her way up the long side of the field, sometimes running and jumping down as hard as she could on landing, yelling and yodelling as she stamped until she reached the upper boundary. There were no signs of the scavengers in the centre of the field so she continued her progress around the outer edge, stamping, yelling, pausing only when she had to get her breath and try to moisten the dry tissues of her mouth. She"d completed two sides of the big field when she saw others arriving and yelled and gestured at them to square the field in the other direction.
Then she spotted several people rousing from their drugged sleep and went to a.s.sist them. Once again the Catteni had dropped people comfortably near water and she borrowed cups from belts to give people that much comfort in recovering from their ordeal.
Dowdall was opening the crates, going first for the first-aid kits and blankets while the others did what they could for those the scavengers had attacked. She was so busy that she didn"t at first realize that Zainal was not among the rescuers.
"Tesco, where"s Zainal?" she asked when she did notice his absence.
"Saw him back there," and Tesco pointed vaguely over his shoulder before kneeling to give water to a groggy woman.
Rea.s.sured, Kris moved to the next group who happened to be Deskis.
A glance around the field gave her the irritating information that none of the rescuers were doing doodly to help the aliens so she concentrated on them. Not that she found herself kindly disposed towards the Turs, who regarded the water with great suspicion until she took a sip herself and deposited the cup on the ground beside them.
They could do as they chose. Three Morphins had been badly chewed and before anyone could stop them, they suicided, evidently by swallowing their own tongues and suffocating. Their facial skin turned from a normal dark green to almost black. Other Morphins came to view the dead, then piled the bodies to one side under the hedges. Morphin "faces" did not register any expression, so Kris didn"t know if they were upset or not but as quickly as she could, she doled out blankets and knives to them, and indicated the first-aid kits.
More people arrived from the camp, including Mitford.
She was surprised to see him away from his office but was glad of his presence. That"s when she realized she still had not seen Zainal.
"Sarge, you seen Zainal?"
"No, I haven"t," Mitford said, frowning as he looked about the field where more and more of the latest arrivals were regaining consciousness.
"Did you come down the th.o.r.n.y hill?"
"No, Su was there to warn us away from it. Why?" Kris didn"t answer but, grabbing up a first-aid kit and a handful of blankets from the nearby crates, she started off at a fast trot, dodging around groups and leaping over still sleeping bodies. She flew across the intervening field, now entirely visible in the full morning light, hurdling the low hedge without losing her stride and pelted to the thornbushy hill. They weren"t like Barevi thornbushes but where she was d.a.m.ned sure she had hacked her way through was now as solid a vegetation patch as if she hadn"t cut it back. There was no sign of Zainal.
Scared now for him, because Zainal of all people should have been able to free himself unscathed, she looked anxiously around. Since he wasn"t up at the field, he had to still be around here, somewhere.
And, if the thorns had been toxic enough to slow down a Catteni, he"d have sought water. The thornbushes were not tall enough to have hidden his big frame and anyway his browny-grey coverall would have made him visible even in the dense undergrowth. Water!
There was always water on these d.a.m.ned mechanically cultivated fields. While this field had been harvested, there had to be water near by. She listened hard. Her ears finally caught the unmistakable sound of running water. Downhill there was a small copse of some of the diamond-leaved bushes. Those seemed to grow near the streams.
She heard a low groan, the sort that would reluctantly escape tightly closed lips. With a new awareness that the bushes on Botany could be dangerous, she parted the branches of the diamond-leaf and saw Zainal half-in, half-out of a little brook which welled up from the rocks around which the diamond-leaves cl.u.s.tered. A boot had been cast aside and his right trouser leg was rolled up over his knee, exposing the injury.
"Oh, lord," she breathed, seeing the ma.s.sive inflammation on the outside of his wide muscular calf. The thorns of Barevi had been dangerous in a nuisancy way, but this injury looked serious. Bending over him, she checked first for any signs of blood poisoning. Not that grey Catteni flesh might exhibit such a trauma. He had blood, as red as any human"s, and it had clotted almost black where it had run down his leg. That was when she realized by the size of the wound that he had evidently carved the thorn out of his own flesh.
"Ouch!" she murmured, shuddering convulsively. She sorted through the first-aid supplies for the Catteni antiseptic. That was definitely in order. And it would sting like billy-be-d.a.m.ned when she poured it in that open wound but what other choice had she? She took a deep breath and emptied the entire vial of the solution into the crater he had made in his leg.
"Rorrrrrrgh!" Zainal shot to sitting position in protest at the treatment, his right hand c.o.c.ked back to strike, his left arm up in guard.
Kris lurched backwards, away from him.
"It"s Kris, Zainal. I"m trying to help!" His eyes focused on her face, wild in reaction to the pain and alarm, but, in that brief instant, he recognized her.
"You came," he said in a barely audible voice before he seemed to collapse inward and fell back on the ground.
His eyes rolled upwards, the lids fluttering as well as any southern belle flirt could have done under different circ.u.mstances, and then he pa.s.sed out again.
"Did I do the right thing, Zainal?" She shook, or rather tried to shake, the ma.s.sive shoulder to rouse him. She retrieved the first-aid bag which had fallen off her lap and tried to think what else she could do to help him.
Swollen tissue could respond to cold compresses. With all the antiseptic in the wound, there wouldn"t be much in the water that could exacerbate the wound.
There were sheets of some sort of material in the kit, so she soaked those until they were cold and placed them on the wound. He moaned a little but didn"t writhe in pain so she felt it was safe to continue with that treatment.
She made a pillow of one of the blankets she"d brought, brushing the leaves and pebbles off his surprisingly fine, soft grey hair and covered his big frame with another.
It was Mitford himself who came looking for her. She emerged from the brush in response to his calling. Beyond him she saw the lines of the newest immigrants starting the trek back to the camp. He hadn"t lost any time deciding to take them in, even if another four or five hundred souls to tend must be the lowest option on his agenda.
"What"s the matter, Kris?" he said, trotting up to her in an effortless lope. How he kept sofit with all the sedentary work he was now saddled with, she didn"t know but he rose another notch in her estimation.
"Warn people off those thorubushes," she said first, pointing urgently to the slope. But the line seemed to be taking the less direct route, around the inhospitable looking incline. "Zainal"s down, with a thorn wound. He carved the thorn out of his own leg but it was toxic enough to knock him out. We"ll need to make a litter to carry him back." Mitford winced and scratched his head, half-turning in the direction of his new charges.
"I know, you gotta get them back first, but considering how much Zainal has done "and she was surprised at the bitterness in her voice.
"Now, now, easy does it, Bjornsen, I"m not about to abandon him.
He is too d.a.m.ned useful." In the sergeant"s voice, she caught the nuance that Zainal might be useful, but not popular, and knew that some of the gossip about him was true. "We"re all in the same boat or," and Mitford gave her a wry grin, "on the same planet, but this new dump isn"t going to help!" He sighed deeply.
"Don"t mean to add to your problems, Sarge, she said apologetically "d.a.m.nitall, Bjornsen," and now he was angry at her apology, "you"re not a problem and I won"t let him be.
Can you hang on until I see this bunch installed?" With one hand, he gripped Kris"s right arm, emphasizing his intent while he hauled his blanket over his head and dropped it beside her. Then he handed over the other sack he carried.
"Food, firing and other stuff. Now, where is he?" She led him to where Zainal sprawled. When Mitford lifted off the temporary dressing, he curled his lip and recoiled slightly at the look of the puncture, then carefully replaced the bandage.
"Nasty, all right. Hope he got all the thorn out, but probably he did," and there was approval in the sergeant"s tone for the measure of the man he knew Zainal to be.
"h.e.l.l"s bells, he can"t be comfortable like that," Mitford added so the two of them pulled the big body out of the water. Then, when Kris had hurriedly cleared a s.p.a.ce and spread two more blankets, they managed to roll him into a more level, comfortable position.
Mitford stood then, surveying the area, kicking at the roots of the bushes. "How"d they find enough soil to grow in?" he muttered.
"Rocky enough so those scavengers can"t come at you - "They come out at night," Kris began and then realized that it might indeed be night time before help for a Catteni arrived.
"Firing"s in there and some of those matches c.u.mber made. We found sulphur, y"know."
"No, I didn"t," and she wondered if sulphur had any medicinal qualities.
"Look, I"ll send a litter back for him as soon as possible. Get some more firing when you can." He surveyed the ma.s.sive Catteni"s p.r.o.ne body. "Hope he doesn"t get delirious on you or something "I"ll manage, Sarge," she said, gritting her teeth.
"Luck, Bjornsen, but you"re the kind who can handle things." As Kris watched him make his way out of the little copse, she was somewhat heartened by his confidence in her. Mitford didn"t often praise and while that might be a bit back-handed, she appreciated being thought capable.
She went back to her patient, resigned to a long wait, knowing that Zainal"s welfare would be low on the list of everyone else"s priorities. She wet the compresses again, glad of the almost indestructible quality of Catteni materials, and then she moistened Zainal"s lips.
You had to keep people from getting dehydrated if they"d been poisoned, didn"t you? His lips parted as if the moisture was what he needed so she managed to dribble water down his throat and he swallowed eagerly. A good sign. His forehead and cheeks felt warm, but not hot-hot.
She couldn"t remember from her previous contacts with him just what a normal body temperature for a Catteni would be. She also couldn"t tell if his skin had altered as a human"s would with fever.
While one part of her was glad that Catteni were not totally impervious to natural hazards, she was d.a.m.ned sorry Zainal was laid low by as silly a thing as a thorn.
Chapter Nine.
Jay Greene, Slav, the Doyle brothers, a man she didn"t recognize and, surprisingly, Coo, returned by second moonrise. By then Zainal was sweating copiously and she tried to cool him off with the compresses. There was such a lot of him to cool! He was restless but not so energetically that she"d had any trouble keeping him p.r.o.ne. But she was getting more and more worried. Faint slithers had caused her to fear that the scavengers might be bold enough to penetrate the rocky dell. She"d taken to periodic stampings about the small clearing, hoping to scare them away. It was only quiet victims they went after, cowardly as they were.
She nearly cried with relief, though, when she heard her name called. She heaped firing on the little campfire to show the way to them.
"This is Dr Dane, Kris," Jay said, urging the medical man through the thicket. "He"s even treated Catteni back on Earth."
"Thank G.o.d!" Kris breathed, anxiously urging the doctor to his patient and whipping off the latest compress to show the ugly wound. It looked even worse in the flickering firelight.
"G"day," Dane said in an unmistakably Australian accent, giving her a keen look before he knelt by the patient. "Did a proper job on himself, didn"t he?" With deft fingers he pressed the sides of the gaping wound mouth. "Got it all, I"d say. Tough b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, these Catteni.
Pour the whole bottle in, did you?" and now he grinned at her.
"Fair do."
"It was all I had and it is Catteni issue," she said, noticing that she was wringing her hands.
"Did the right thing, all right." He felt Zainal"s skin, placed a hand over the chest and then to the large neck vein. "Not so ragged after all. Right then, let"s get him back. Hey, what?" He had straightened up after his examination and saw Coo coming to crouch in the firelight, something in his hand which he wanted to inspect.
The Deski"s hand was trembling - with fatigue, Kris wondered, deeply grateful to the alien, in his own debilitated state, for wanting to help an injured Catteni.
-What Coo was examining was the lighter grey crown of a thornbush, the new growth, since vegetation even on this G.o.dforsaken planet seemed to follow certain botanical precedents. Then, before she could say anything, Coo had -popped it in his mouth and began masticating with every evidence of enthusiasm and relief. In the act of springing upright, the Deski also turned and, with more energy than he had shown in days, plunged towards the hillside.
"What was that all about?" the doctor asked, in surprise.
"I think Coo"s located something to take care of his dietary deficiency," Kris said drolly.
"One man"s meat"s another"s poison," the man replied philosophically. "Now let"s get this poisoned boyo back to civilization. Quite a set-up Mitford"s organized," he added with approval.
"Good ol" Yankee know-how," Jay said with a grin.
"What about Irish improvisation?" Lenny Doyle said, pretending offence as he unlashed the ties on the stretcher poles "Ya think this is strong enough to hold "im?" Ninety asked, measuring Zainal"s bulk against the litter design.
"Those blankets are indestructible," Jay said.
It took all of them, with Kris holding up heavy Catteni feet to get the unconscious Zainal onto the litter. Strips of torn blanket secured him for the arduous journey back to camp.
Kris kicked out the fire, stored the remaining firing into the sack Mitford had given her and followed them.
In the bright light of the big rising moon, Coo was busily, and carefully, plucking the very tops of the thornbushes and stuffing them into the open blouse of his coverall.
"Is that what you need, Coo?" Kris called. "Can I pick, too?"
"Nooco, Coo said, shaking his head emphatically.
"Baaaad for oomans." With one hand he kept fanning the air to reinforce his warning for her to keep back while he kept nipping the crowns with the other.
She tried to recall how many of the newest immigrants were Deski but, suddenly, thinking was beyond her strained and tired mind. She fell in step behind the litter bearers, relieved that her long and ahxious watch had concluded.
When she took her turn as a litter bearer, for she insisted on that, Leon Dane gave her some interesting and oddly welcome news: Earth was fighting back against the Cattem invaders - an evidently unprecedented reaction.
The Catteni method of subduing planets by swooping down and carrying off whole cities of people generally cowed a species totally.
Not so with Terrans. Despite the invasion, resistance began almost as soon as the great Catteni transport ships began loading hostages.
Leon Dane had remained in Sydney, using his position as a physician to relay important information to a very active unit in the Blue Mountains. On orders, he had volunteered to treat Catteni for, despite thick hides, they broke bones and had accidents that would have killed humans.
"If you know your invader"s weaknesses, you have a better chance of striking back." He turned a grin on Kris as they moved across the second field. "That was my job.
Unfortunately there isn"t much that gets a Catteni down and they seem impervious to any of the Terran toxic materials I tried on "em.
To see the clinical reactions, of course. But, oh my word, but they can mess each other up on their little twenty-four hour vendettas!" He whistled appreciatively. "I spent a lot of time sewing "em up. They don"t break easy but they sure do lacerate a treat.
"I guess I"m glad you were willing to help Zainal. He was a victim of one of those twenty-four hour vendettas."
"Was he? And they dumped him in with you lot?" Kris nodded, finding that talking and keeping up her corner of the heavily loaded litter was tiring.