When they reached the post and the grinning Sergeant Bahn, theylet the logs roll off their now-sore shoulders, panting, sweating copiously. But apparently not thoroughly. The explosion had considerably damaged the harborfacilities, with a reported additional 107 dead or missing. The T'swa were large and powerful men from a high-gee world, andtheir expressions were unreadable, now at least.
Even then it seemed dim,reminding Varlik of the T'swa's catlike vision. Again the manyelped a reply, and left at a run. Good, she said, and her mind settled into a psychic posturefrom which she could monitor and support him. Too, the floater crews, a lateaddition to the Table of Organization, had fitted in beautifully.
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