"Alan Dean Foster - Flinx 16 - Snakes Eyes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Foster Alan Dean)

Once, a green fragment of lightning skimmed close enough to singe Michelos's shoulder and send him
spinning in pain. His anger overrode the sting, however, and he resumed his position quickly.

A shot of Savaya's was rewarded with a scream from the high boulders. A very peculiar scream.

"That wasn't a man or thranx," she said confusedly. "Something else. This is crazy."


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Michelos got off another angry burst from his rifle. When he looked at Savaya again he saw she was
tying a piece of white cloth to the muzzle of her needier.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" She started to wave the cloth-clad muzzle over her head.

This display produced a couple of querulous bursts. Then the firing ceased. Taking a chance that the
quiet was intentional, she rose and called out, "Hey... who are you?"

"Who are you, chrrrk?" came a reply from the distant rocks. The voice was high, thin, and grating on
the ear. "As you are with the miners, whill you wantt to kkill us so badly?"

"Wait a minute." Wuwit threw Savaya a confused stare. "They think that we're working with the boy
and the old man."

"We're not with the miners!" Savaya yelled. "We're..." She hesitated a moment. "We're hunting!"

A high tippling laugh sounded from the tiny natural fortress of their antagonists. "Huntting, are you?
Whell, lady woman, we're 'huntting' ttoo. Tthinkk I we're huntting the same ggame." A pause, then,
"You're ttrutthful sayingg you're nott whith man and boy human?"

"On the contrary, as you've guessed," Savaya admitted, her extemporaneous ruse having failed. "Let's
both of us call a truce, at least long enough to talk this out!"

"Very whell," the voice finally agreed. "Whee whill advance ttogetther and meett unmountted att tthe
cent-ter place bettwheen our respeccttive posittions."

"We agree!"

"Just a minute," rumbled Michelos softly. "If this is a trick, then we—"

Wuwit put out a plump hand and gripped his friend with surprising strength. "Listen, Mick, if you were
in their position"—he gestured toward the river bank and the retreating Flinx and Yakus—"and you knew
we were following and trying to kill you, would you suggest truce with us?"

"No." Michelos conceded the point grudgingly. "You're right." He looked up at Savaya and nodded as
he started to rise. "Okay, let's risk it."