weapons commanding all avenues of escape.
"Thought you'd land tomorrow," said Ole Doc.
"How is that?" snapped Smalley.
"Oh, the way the Achnoids acted. And a detector that's part of my operating kit which said you'd already come down twice before last week to the south of here."
"Just keep walking," said Smalley. "You might get past me but you won't get past the gate or get near your ship. We've had that guarded for two months hoping you'd show up."
"Lucky I didn't, eh?" said Ole Doc. "Your harvest here would be dead."
They stood now near the concrete wall of one pen. Smalley, keeping an eye out behind him and walking with caution, mounted up the ramp. But contrary to Hippocrates' fond expectation, no pellet knocked the top of his head off. He stiffened and stared.
Ole Doc went up beside him and looked down. As far as these pens reached they could see kids lying around, some inert, some twitching, some struggling but all very, very ill. And obvious on the first of them were big red splotches.
Smalley yelled a warning to his guards to stay clear and then faced Ole Doc.
"All right. They're sick. How they goin' to get cured?"
"Why, I was all set to cure them right here," said Ole Doc. "But if you're so anxious to shoot me—"
"That can wait! Cure them! Cure them, you hear me?"
Ole Doc shrugged. "Have it any way you like, Smalley. But I'll need the rest of my equipment over here."
"All right, you'll get it!"
Ole Doc dropped down into the first pen and Hippocrates handed him equipment. From his cloak pocket Ole Doc took a gun hypo which did not need a needle to penetrate. He fitted a charge in this and shot the first kid. Then he rolled the infant over and got to work with his hypo needle.
Smalley looked suspicious. He kept his place at a distance and kept down the visor of his space helmet. Two of his guards came up and, some distance from him, received further orders and went back to watch from the gate.
The first kid got seven shots and then another charge from the hypo gun. The red splotches began to vanish and the child was asleep.
It was assembly line work after that with O'Hara and Hippocrates slinging kids into place and holding them and Hippocrates quadridextrously administering the before and after gun shots.
Night came and they lighted the pens and the work went on. Ole Doc stopped for food after he reached the thousand mark and came back to where Smalley was watching.
