Like the others, he jumped the little ditch, pleasedthat he was able to, and after a minute could see their floater ahead ofthem, no lights showing. His commset chirped, andhe reached to it. For some time, theSultan of Klestron had been his unknowing connection. Romlar! The one-time dumb fatboy! And that's what he'd have stayed,except for the regiment.
Those were some of the thoughts that ran through his mind as he trottedeasily north on Road 40. As soon as he dared, he separated himself from the others, slipping intoone of the traffic aisles between piles of boxes. Lanks looked at him, still with a question in his eyes, then turned to theothers. stol; a roll of det cord; and half a dozenblocks of takite; all buried beneath a blanket, some food, spare socks.
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