In spite of her vaunted hunger Dessie ate slowly, as if savoring each crumb. The light was fading fast, although there were still red streaks in the sky. Tonight they must remain herebut tomorrow? If Lottas return of the rifle to the barn did not stop the searchthen tomorrow the fugitives would have to take to the trail again.
Is it going to snow again, Dardie?
He studied the sky. I dont think so. I wish it would.
Why? When the snow is so deep, its hard to walk.
He tried to explain. Because when it snows, it is really warmer. Too cold a night he didnt finish that sentence, but encircled Dessie with a tong arm and drew her back under the shelter with him. She wriggled about, settling herself more comfortably, then she jerked upright again.
Someones coming! her whisper was warm on his cheek.
He had heard that too, the faint creak of a foot on the icy coated snow. And his hand closed about the haft of his knife.
3. THE CLEFT DWELLERS
HE WAS A SMALL MAN, the newcomer, and Dard overtopped him by four inches or more. And that gave the boy confidence enough to pull out of the shelter. He watched the stranger come confidently on, as though he knew just how many steps lay between himself and some goal. His clothing, what could be seen of it in the fast deepening dusk, was as ragged and patched as Dards own. This was no landsman or Peaceman scout. Only one who did not hold all the important confidence cards would go about so unkempt. Which meant that he was an unreliable, almost as much an outlaw as a techneer or a scientist
The newcomer stopped abruptly in front of the tree. But he did not raise his hand to the hollow, instead he studied the tracks left by Lotta. But finally he shrugged and reached into the hole.
Dard moved and the other whirled in a half-crouch. There was the gleam of teeth in his bearded face, and another glintof bare metalin his hand.
But he made no sound and it was Dard who broke the quiet.
I am Dard Nordis
So? The single word was lengthened to approximate a reptiles hiss.
And Dard sensed that he was facing a dangerous man, a menace far worse than Hew Folley or any of his brutal kind.
Suppose you tell me what has happened? the man added.
Roundup raidlast night, Dard returned laconically, his initial relief at the others coming considerably dampened. We thought we had escaped. I came up to leave that message for Lars. He motioned to the rag. When I got back Lars was deadkilled by the neighbor who probably set them on us. So Dessie and I came here to wait for you.
Peacemen! the man spat. And Lars Nordis dead! Thats a bad piece of luckbad. He made no move to put away the gun he held. It resembled a hand stun gun, but certain peculiarities of the stub barrel suggested that it was more deadly a weapon than that.
And now, the man moved a step or two in Dards direction, what do you expect me to do with you?
Dard moistened dry lips with a nervous tongue. He had not considered that, without Lars and what Lars had to offer, the mysterious underground might not wish to burden themselves with an untrained boy and a small child. Grim necessity was the law among all the present outlaws, and useless hands coupled with another mouth to feed were not wanted. He had a single hope
Lars had been so insistent about that word pattern that Dard dared now to believe that he must carry his brothers discovery in that memorized design of lines and numbers. He had to believe that and impress the importance of his information upon this messenger. It would be their passport to the underground.
Lars had finished his work, Dard schooled his voice to conversational evenness. I think you need the results
The mans head jerked. And now he did put away that oddly shaped gun.
You have the formula?
Dard took a chance and touched his own forehead. I have it here. Ill deliver it when and if I reach the proper persons.
The messenger kicked moodily at a lump of snow. Its a long tripback into the hills. You have supplies?
Some. Ill talk when were safewhen Dessie is safe
I dont knowa childthe goings pretty tough.
Youll find we can keep up, Dard made a promise he had no surety of keeping. But we had better start now theres just a chance that they may be after us.
The man shrugged. All right. Come aheadthe two of you.
Dard handed the bag of supplies to the other and took Dessies hand. Without another word the man turned to retrace the way he had come and the other two followed, keeping as well as they could to the trail he had broken.
They traveled on all that night. Dard first led and then carried Dessie, until, after one halt, the guide waved him on and raised the little girl to his shoulder, leaving Dard to stumble along unburdened. They rested at intervals but never long enough to relax, and Dard despaired of being able to keep up the pace. This messenger was a tireless machine, striding as might a robot along some hidden trail of which he alone knew the landmarks.
At dawn they were close to the top of a rise. Dard pulled himself up the last of a steep slope, panting, to discover the other waiting for him. With a jerk of his thumb the man indicated the crest of the divide.
Cave camp he got out the two words stiffly and put Dessie down. Can you make it by yourself? he asked her.
Yes, her hand sought his confidently. Im a good climber.
There was a hint of smile, an awkward smile, pulling long forgotten muscles about his tight mouth. You sure are, sister!
The cave was fairly deep, the narrow entrance giving little hint of the wide room one found after squeezing through. It was a revelation to Dard as the guide snapped on a hand beam from a tiny carrying case he took from a ledge by the entrance. This was, the boy gathered, a regular camping place used by the underground travelers. He sank down on a bed of leaves and watched their companion pull out a black box, adjusting a dial on its side. Within seconds they began to feel the heat radiating from it. Free Scientist equipment all of thisall top contraband. Dard had dim pre-purge memories of such aids to comfort,
Dessie gave a sigh of pure content and curled up as close to that wonder as she could get. She watched with sleepy eyes the owner of this marvel break open a can of soup and pour its half-frozen contents into a pan which he set on top of the heating unit. He rummaged through the bag of supplies Dard brought, grunting at the scantiness of the pitiful collection.
We didnt have much time to pack, said Dard, finally irritated by the others unspoken contempt.
What brought them down on you? the man asked, squatting back on his heels. He had the strange gun out, checking the clip which carried its charge, squinting down its few inches of barrel.
Who knows? There was a landsmanhe wanted the farm. He was the one who shot Lars.
Hmm The man peered into the now bubbling soup. Then it may have been only a routine raid after allsparked by just general malice?
That, Dard gathered from his tone, was the answer more desired by this stranger. And his own thoughts went back to the last evening in the farm house when Lars had made his announcement of success. The raid had followed too aptlyalmost as if Lars discovery at all costs had to be prevented from reaching those who might make use of it. What had Lars been working on, and why was it so important? And did he, Dard Nordis, actually know anything about it?
Whats your name? Dessie eyed their companion over the cup of soup he had poured for her. I never saw you before
For the second time that shadow smile appeared on the guides lips.
No, you never saw me, Dessie. But Ive seen youseveral times. And you may call me Sach.