Twice, after that night, the Hairy People had attacked them—­once while they were on the march, and once in camp.  Both assaults had been beaten off without loss to themselves, but at cost of precious ammunition.  Once they had caught a band of ten of them swimming a river on logs; they had picked them all off from the bank with their carbines.  Once, when Kalvar Dard and Analea had been scouting alone, they had come upon a dozen of them huddled around a fire and had wiped them out with a single grenade.  Once, a large band of Hairy People hunted them for two days, but only twice had they come close, and both times, a single shot had sent them all scampering.  That had been after the bombing of the group around the fire.  Dard was convinced that the beings possessed the rudiments of a language, enough to communicate a few simple ideas, such as the fact that this little tribe of aliens were dangerous in the extreme.

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There were Hairy People about now; for the past five days, moving northward through the forest to the open grasslands, the people of Kalvar Dard had found traces of them.  Now, as they came out among the seedling growth at the edge of the open plains, everybody was on the alert.

They emerged from the big trees and stopped among the young growth, looking out into the open country.  About a mile away, a herd of game was grazing slowly westward.  In the distance, they looked like the little horse-like things, no higher than a man’s waist and heavily maned and bearded, that had been one of their most important sources of meat.  For the ten thousandth time, Dard wished, as he strained his eyes, that somebody had thought to secure a pair of binoculars when they had abandoned the rocket-boat.  He studied the grazing herd for a long time.

The seedling pines extended almost to the game-herd and would offer concealment for the approach, but the animals were grazing into the wind, and their scent was much keener than their vision.  This would prelude one of their favorite hunting techniques, that of lurking in the high grass ahead of the quarry.  It had rained heavily in the past few days, and the undermat of dead grass was soaked, making a fire-hunt impossible.  Kalvar Dard knew that he could stalk to within easy carbine-shot, but he was unwilling to use cartridges on game; and in view of the proximity of Hairy People, he did not want to divide his band for a drive hunt.

“What’s the scheme?” Analea asked him, realizing the problem as well as he did.  “Do we try to take them from behind?”

“We’ll take them from an angle,” he decided.  “We’ll start from here and work in, closing on them at the rear of the herd.  Unless the wind shifts on us, we ought to get within spear-cast.  You and I will use the spears; Varnis can come along and cover for us with a carbine.  Glav, you and Olva and Dorita stay here with the children and the packs.  Keep a sharp lookout; Hairy People around, somewhere.”  He unslung his rifle and exchanged it for Olva’s spears.  “We can only eat about two of them before the meat begins to spoil, but kill all you can,” he told Analea; “we need the skins.”