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      There was no space technology on this planet, Cassidy decided. They’d be strictly on their own as far as repairing the directional stabilizer was concerned.

      By this time Papa, his eyes focused afar, had exploded again. “Charge!” he roared. “After him! Wa-hoo! Away don’t let him get!” He was gripping the fence and straining toward the field.

      Cassidy turned and saw, in the distance, a skimmer vehicle floating along several feet off the ground. In full pursuit was a shouting youth who paused occasionally to seize a rock and hurl it at the craft.

      The old man turned toward his daughter. “A good chase that be. Bet he wins.”

      “Not a chance.” The girl frowned. “That be Nedal. Not so swift is he. Loses interest too quick, he does.”

      She surveyed Cassidy. “Be you a chaser?”

      “No, but I could do with a couple of stiff shots.”

      This drew Papa’s attention back to the matter at hand. “Trespassers! The road hit! Scat! Some dust kick up!”

      “Quiet!” Cassidy shouted. “Will you listen a minute? I—”

      Two loyal Fuzzy Tails came charging up to the fence and added their raucous chatter to Papa’s screeching diatribe, which had continued unchecked despite Cassidy’s loud, desperate plea.

      In the next instant, though, it seemed that a dam had burst overhead. Materializing from nowhere, at least a ton of water poured down on the agile-tongued native, the two Fuzzy Tails, Riva and Cassidy himself, bringing an abrupt end to all the commotion.

      The animals streaked for the safety of the bushes while Papa and the girl dived back through the hedge. Bedraggled, Cassidy headed for the ship, wondering what sort of meteorological quirk he had encountered.

      *

      “No, sir,” he said some time later as he attacked the directional selector with pliers and a screwdriver, “I don’t like the setup. I don’t like it worth a damn.”

      Mason traced the power lead to the junction box beside the hatch. “Maybe they aren’t all like that.”

      “In this sort of place, chances are that the first people you run into are typical. I’m afraid—”

      “Say!” Mason interrupted, staring outside. “Look at this!”

      Cassidy went over to the hatch and watched a dozen or so men sprinting across the field, their voices rising in excited waves. A lithe young woman was in full flight before them. But she was screaming in delight as she turned now and then to beckon them on. One overtook her and brought her down with a waist tackle. She rebounded to her feet, however, and took off again.

      Two of the pursuers collided and sprawled on the ground. They sprang up and tore into each other. Unconcerned with the personal dispute, the chase struck off in a new direction, heading toward the ship as it paralleled one of the nearby fenced-in estates.

      Behind the wire mesh, a burly young man came charging down the main steps of the manor and raced along with the others.

      “That be the way!” he yelled encouragement. “Her go get! It’s gaining you are! Hurry!”

      He drew up in time to avoid crashing into the side fence, then stood there watching the chase recede in the distance.

      Within a hundred feet of the ship, one of the men fell out of the group, panting. He squinted at the vessel, then crept forward, circling to the right. Within arm’s reach, he walked back and forth alongside the hull, giving it a close inspection. Finally he paused and fumbled with his clothes.

      Cassidy started. “Look what he’s doing!”

      “Against the side of the ship, too!” said Mason.

      Hearing them, the native jerked his head up toward the hatch, then backed off for a better view.

      “Stinkers!” he yelled, shaking his fist. “Out here come and fight! Take you both on I can!”

      When they only gaped, he whirled and sped off to rejoin the chase.

      “You see?” said Cassidy. “Now what do you think?”

      “I think we’d better get that directional stabilizer working.”

      *

      It took more than an hour to locate the trouble. “The rectifier circuit’s shot,” Cassidy said finally. “But maybe we can patch it up. Some of the amplifiers I suppose we can do without. But a hyper-oscillator we’ve got to have.”

      “Say, you’re doing it too,” said Mason.

      “What?”

      “Talking like the natives.”

      Cassidy looked up. “Guess it’s something that grows on you. Well, what do we do now?”

      “Maybe the natives can help us.”

      “If they don’t even know where they’re from, they probably left their volts and amps behind too. But that’s only an assumption.”

      “In that case,” Mason said with a sigh, “there’s only one thing left to do—take Riva up on her invitation to, ah, play.”

      “Funny,” Cassidy grunted, heading for the hatch.

      “I was only joking.”

      “I’m not. If we can get in that house, we’ll know for sure whether or not they’ve developed electronic devices.”

      Halfway across the field, they were almost run down by the laughing girl and her retinue of galloping suitors, if that’s what they were. She was a well-proportioned blonde whose wind-frothed tresses suggested a nymph in flight.

      At the fence, they were confronted by Riva, who smiled up at Cassidy and said, “You I was just going to come and get. Ready to play yet you are?”

      He looked away and cleared his throat. “Not quite, Riva. We’d like to visit your house.”

      “It’s some interesting games I know. Enjoying them you’d surely be.” Her smile, revealing even teeth that contrasted ruddy cheeks, was as persistent as her intent on playing.

      Staring at the girl, Cassidy wrestled with a pang of wistful envy over the Olympian life he had witnessed thus far on this world. Maybe they were all irresponsible and childlike. But was that bad?

      *

      Mason pointed in alarm toward the meadow in front of the next estate. An ominous-looking, furry thing, supported on six or eight spindly legs, was racing across their field of vision.

      “Hurt you he won’t,” the girl assured them, noticing their apprehension. “Nothing to be afraid of there is.”

      “What is it?” Cassidy was still trying to determine whether it was an overgrown spider or a dry-land octopus.

      “Look!” Mason exclaimed. “It’s on a leash!”

      And Cassidy noticed the thong that extended from the creature to the human who was running along behind it.

      “To Wolruf he belongs,” the girl explained. “One of them I can get for you too—if you want.”

      Her slender hand reached out through the fence and tugged at Cassidy’s sleeve. “To chase me wouldn’t you like?” she asked, pouting.

      Glancing behind her, Cassidy spotted the girl’s father bearing down on them in a sprint that was nothing short of phenomenal for his age. He began shouting with the last few strides and was in full lung when he hurled himself at the fence. “Git! Out! Away! I’ll—”

      Riva moved back and glanced overhead and Papa, seeing some hidden significance in her gesture, lowered his voice.

      “You I’ll tear into and apart I’ll rip!” he went on in a

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