Free Star Hunter by Andre Norton

before something happens to them!"
    "I thought all safari worlds were certified as free," Wass countered.
    "This one isn't. I don't know how or why. But that fact has to be
reported and the civs lifted—"
    "Not so fast." Wass' voice had been quiet, almost gentle. "Such a
report would interest the Patrol, would it not?"
    "Of course—" Hume began and then stopped abruptly.
    Wass smiled. "You see—complications already. I do not wish to explain
anything to the Patrol. Nor do you either, my young friend, not when
you stop to think about what might result from such explanations."
    "There wouldn't have been any trouble if you'd kept away from Jumala."
Hume's control had returned; both voice and manner were under tight
rein. "Weren't Rovald's reports explicit enough to satisfy you?"
    "I have risked a great deal on this project," Wass replied. "Also, it
is well from time to time for a Veep to check upon his field
operatives. Men do not grow careless when personal supervision is ever
in mind. And it is well that I did arrive here, is it not, Hunter? Or
would you have preferred remaining on that island? Whether any of our
project may be salvaged is a point we must consider. But for the
moment we make no moves. No, Hume, your civs will have to take their
chances for a time."
    "And if there is trouble?" Hume challenged him. "A report of an alien
attack will bring in the Patrol quickly enough."
    "You forget Rovald," Wass corrected. "The chance that one of your civs
can activate and transmit from the spacer is remote, and Rovald will
see that it is impossible. You have picked up Brodie, I see."
    "Yes."
    "No!" What had possessed him at that moment to contradict? He had
realized the folly of his outburst the moment Wass had looked at him.
    "This becomes more interesting," the Veep had remarked with that
deceptive gentleness. "You are Rynch Brodie, castaway from the Largo
Drift, are you not? I trust that Out-Hunter Hume has made plain to you
our concern with your welfare, Gentlehomo Brodie."
    "I'm not Brodie." Having taken the leap into the dangerous truth he
was stubborn enough to continue swimming.
    "I find this enlightening indeed. If you are not Brodie—then who are
you?"
    That had been it. At that moment he couldn't have told Wass who he
was, explain that his patchwork of memories had gaping holes.
    "And you, Out-Hunter," Wass' reptilian regard had moved again to Hume,
"perhaps you have an adequate explanation for this discovery."
    "None of his doing," he burst out, "I remembered—"
    Some inexplicable emotion made Rynch defend Hume then.
    Hume laughed, and there was a reckless edge to that sound. "Yes, Wass,
your techs are not as good as they pretend to be. He didn't follow the
pattern of action they set for him."
    "A pity. But there are always errors when one deals with the human
factor. Peake!" One of the other three men moved towards them. "You
will escort this young man to the spacer, see him safely stowed for
the present. Yes, a pity. Now we must see just how much can be
salvaged."
    Then Vye had been brought into the shop, supplied with a ration
container, and left to himself within this bare-walled cabin to
meditate upon the folly of talking too freely. Why had he been so
utterly stupid? Veeps of Wass' calibre did not swim through the murky
channels of the Starfall, but their general breed had smaller but just
as vicious representatives there, and he knew the man for what he was,
ruthless, powerful and thorough.
    A sound, slight, but easily heard in the silent vacuum of the storage
cabin, alerted him. The crack of the sliding panel door opened and Vye
crouched, his hand cupping the only possible weapon, the ration
container. Hume edged through, shut the door behind him. He stood
there, his head turned so his ear rested against the wall; obviously
he was listening.
    "You brain-smoothed idiot!" The Hunter's voice was a thread of
whisper. "Why couldn't you have kept that swinging jaw of yours closed
last night? Now listen and