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“Damned few people would dare go as far as you do,” Extrone said. “But you’re afraid of me, too, in your own way, aren’t you?”

Lin shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I can see you are. Even my wives are. I wonder if anyone can know how wonderful it feels to have people all afraid of you.”

“The farn beasts, according to the manual....”

“You are very insistent on one subject.”

“... It’s the only thing I know anything about. The farn beast, as I was saying, sir, is the particular enemy of men. Or if you like, of aliens. Sir.”

“All right,” Extrone said, annoyed. “I’ll be careful.”

In the distance, a farn beast coughed.

Instantly alert, Extrone said, “Get the bearers! Have some of them cut a path through that damn thicket! And tell those two businessmen to get the hell over here!”

Lin smiled, his eyes suddenly afire with the excitement of the hunt.

Four hours later, they were well into the scrub forest. Extrone walked leisurely, well back of the cutters, who hacked away, methodically, at the vines and branches which might impede his forward progress. Their sharp, awkward knives snickered rhythmically to the rasp of their heavy breathing.