“Permission cancelled.  I’ve called Mike Hennen in Red Hill; he’s sending his scows back for the stuff he brought here.  Lieutenant Lunt will have a couple of troopers here, too.  I’ll expect you to have your personal things aboard your airboat when they arrive.”

He blanked the screen while Kellogg was trying to tell him that it was all a misunderstanding.

“I think that’s everything.  It’s quite a while till sundown,” he added, “but I move for suspension of rules while we pour a small libation to sprinkle our new partnership.  Then we can go outside and observe the enemy.”

There was no observable enemy action when they went out and sat down on the bench by the kitchen door.  Kellogg would be screening Mike Hennen and the constabulary post for verification, and there would be a lot of gathering up and packing to do.  Finally, Kurt Borch emerged with a contragravity lifter piled with boxes and luggage, and Jimenez walking beside to steady the load.  Jimenez climbed up onto the airboat and Borch floated the load up to him and then went back into the huts.  This was repeated several times.  In the meantime, Kellogg and Mallin seemed to be having some sort of exchange of recriminations in front.  Ruth Ortheris came out, carrying a briefcase, and sat down on the edge of a table under the awning.

Neither of them had been watching the Fuzzies, until they saw one of them start down the path toward the footbridge, a glint of silver at the throat identifying Goldilocks.

“Look at that fool kid; you stay put, Gerd, and I’ll bring her back.”

He started down the path; by the time he had reached the bridge, Goldilocks was across and had vanished behind one of the airjeeps parked in front of the Kellogg camp.  When he was across and within twenty feet of the vehicle, he heard a sound across and within twenty feet of the vehicle, he heard a sound he had never heard before—­a shrill, thin shriek, like a file on saw teeth.  At the same time, Ruth’s voice screamed.

“Don’t!  Leonard, stop that!”

As he ran around the jeep, the shrieking broke off suddenly.  Goldilocks was on the ground, her fur reddened.  Kellogg stood over her, one foot raised.  He was wearing white shoes, and they were both spotted with blood.  He stamped the foot down on the little bleeding body, and then Jack was within reach of him, and something crunched under the fist he drove into Kellogg’s face.  Kellogg staggered and tried to raise his hands; he made a strangled noise, and for an instant the idiotic thought crossed Jack’s mind that he was trying to say, “Now, please don’t misunderstand me.”  He caught Kellogg’s shirt front in his left hand, and punched him again in the face, and again, and again.  He didn’t know how many times he punched Kellogg before he heard Ruth Ortheris’ voice: 

“Jack!  Watch out!  Behind you!”

He let go of Kellogg’s shirt and jumped aside, turning and reaching for his gun.  Kurt Borch, twenty feet away, had a pistol drawn and pointed at him.