Duck- dog, Kimber named it. Doesnt look dangerous, does it? Ill be-! Just look at that!
That was a short procession of more duck-dogs emerging from a dark crevice in the cliff to join the first. One of them, about three-quarters the size of the first, was the same pale green, but the three others were yellow, the exact yellow, Dart noted, of the strata in the diff. In fact, as they marched by a projection of that particular stratum, they faded from sight. Two of the yellow beasts were full grown but the third was very small. And halfway along the path it sat down, refusing to move on until one of the larger animals returned to butt it ahead.
Family party, suggested Dard, not daring to hold the glasses away from Kimbers impatient reach any longer.
But harmless, the pilot suggested for the second time.
Do you suppose theyd let us near them? The waters gone down a lot.
Nothing like trying. Just let Jorge be ready with that ray gun, then if they do turn out to be first-class menaces, well be prepared. The communications techneer lowered himself cautiously into the flood, which was at knee level.
He detoured to avoid the floating weed and paused when be reached the fish still beating the air with a frenzied tail. Dard caught up with him at that point.
Save for a curiously flattened head and a huge, paunchy middle, the stranded fish was the first living thing they had seen here which did resemble a Terran product. It was a good five feet long and displayed murderous teeth. The powerful tail beat the receding water into froth but it was beyond hope of escape. Dard spoke impulsively:
Cant- cant you shoot it? It wont be able to get away and I think it knows that.
Unhuh. That was Cully and as usual he wasted no words. He snapped the ray at that writhing head. With a last convulsion the fish flopped completely out of the water, to float with its huge belly up when it fell back.
Maybe breakfast? Rogan asked. Looks a little bit like a tuna-might even taste like one. Well let Kordov get it and see if its fit for us to bury the teeth in. I could do with a steak-maybe two of them! Hello-the fireworks didnt send our duck-dogs running. Id say they were enjoying the show.
Rogan was right. The duck-dog family party sat in a line along the crest of the fast drying sand ridge, appreciably closer to the ship, their attention all for the men and the now limp fish.
But, as Dard tentatively splashed another step in the direction of that sand bank, the yellow members of the clan retreated, one of them nudging the smallest one in front of it. The green ones continued to stand their ground, the half-grown one running along the waters edge hissing. Dard stopped, the flood swishing about his legs.
Cully looped a cord about the tail of the dead fish and fastened it to the ramp rail. Perhaps overcome by the sight of so much meat, the smallest duck-dog gave a tiny whimpering cry and ran between the legs of its guardian to the water. Resignedly the larger yellow beast followed the cub, turning over the loose sand with large blunt claws of a forepaw to dig out a squirming red creature which the baby pounced upon to swallow greedily. But the green boss of the party hissed angrily at the hunter and sent both scuttling back.
Then he withdrew also, with his head turned toward the men, facing the danger represented by the Terrans bravely, hissing a stern warning. When the last of the smaller duck-dogs had dodged into the break in the cliff, he disappeared there also leaving only scuffed tracks in the sand to mark their trail. But Dard sighted the tip of a dark hill still protruding from the crack.
Its still watching us.
Wary, mused the pilot. Which suggests that it has enemies-enemies which may look like us. But its curious, too. If we ignore it-maybe
He was interrupted by a shout from the ship Kordov had come out on the ramp and was waving vigorously to the explorer. As the others sloshed back he pulled on the cord, reeling in the fish.
Whats your verdict? Hogan wanted to know when they joined him bending over their capture. Do we eat that, or dont we?
Give me but a few minutes and some aid in the laboratory and I shall have an answer to that. But this is close to Terran life. So it may be edible. And what were you watching by the cliffs-more dragons?
Just passing the time of day with another, breakfasting party, Hogan told him, and went on to explain about the duck-dogs.
It was worth waiting for Kordovs verdict, Dard thought later, as he savored the white flakes of meat, grilled under Kordovs supervision, and portioned out to the hungry and none-too-patient crew.
At least we can chalk old pot-belly up on our bill of fare, observed Rogan.
But finding this one may only be a fluke. Its a deep-water fish and we wont have storms to drive such ashore every day, Kimber pointed out.
He explored his lips with his tongue and then studied the empty plastic plate he held wistfully. We can, however, look around for another stranded one.
Cully unfolded long legs. Well take out the sled now?
The wind has died down-Id say it was safe. And, the pilot turned to Kordov, how about rousing Santee and Harmon-were going to need them.
The First Scientist agreed. But first Carlee, as a doctor. And then we shall bring out the others. You are leaving soon?
Well tell you before we go. And we dont intend to go far. Maybe a turn into that valley up ahead, and then along the shore for a mile or so. We may have landed in a wilderness-indications point to that-but I want to be sure.
Until a sun breaking through the clouds overhead said it was noon they were hard at work. The sled, Dard discovered, was just what its name implied, a flat vehicle possessing two seats each wide enough for two passengers, with a space behind for supplies. He helped to assemble the larger sections while Kimber and Gully sweated and swore over the business of installing the engine.
It was a flying craft Dard realized, but totally unlike a copter or rocket, and he did not see what would make it air borne without blades or tubes. When he said as much to Rogan the techneer leaned back against a convenient sand dune to combine rest and explanation.
I cant tell you how it works, kid. The principles something really new. They whipped that engine together during the last months we were in the Cleft. But its some sort of anti-gravity. Takes you up and keeps you there until you shut it off. Broadcasts a beam which sends you along by pushing against the earth. If they had had the time they might have powered the ship with it. But there was only this one experimental sled built and we had to depend upon power we knew more about. How about it, Sim? Getting her together?
The pilot smiled through a streak of grease which turned his brown skin black.
Tighten that one bolt, Cully, he pointed out the necessary adjustment, and, shes ready to lift! Or at least she should be. Well try her.
He boarded the shallow craft and settled himself behind the controls, buckling a safety belt around his hips before he triggered the motor. The sled zoomed straight up with a speed which sent the spectators sprawling and tore an exclamation from the pilot. Then, under Kimbers expert hand, it leveled off and swung in a wide circle about the star ship. Finishing off the test flight with a figure eight, Kimber brought the sled back to a slow and studied landing on the now dry sand at the foot of the ramp.
Bravo!
That encouraging cheer came from the open hatch.