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and looked, through it, into the interior of another prefab hut like this
one, fifteen hundred miles to the north on the Fuzzy Reservation. A
young man, with light hair and a pleasantly tough and weather-
beaten face, looked out of it. He was in woodsclothes, the breast
of his jacket loaded with clips of rifle cartridges.

"Hi, Gerd. What's new?"

Gerd van Riebeek shrugged. "Still sitting on top of 'steen billion
sols' worth of sunstones. Victor Grego was up; you heard about
that?"

"Yes. I was looking at the photos of those stones a moment ago.
How much flint did he have to crack to get them?"

"About seventy-five tons. He took them out from five different
locations, on both sides of the canyon.

Took him about eight hours, after he got the sandstone off."

"That's better than I ever did; I thought I'd hit it rich when I got one
good stone out of six tons of flint. We can tell the Fuzzies they're
all rich now."

"They'll want to know if it's good to eat," Gerd said.

They probably would. He asked if Gerd had been seeing many
Fuzzies.

"South of the Divide, yes, quite a few in small bands, mostly
headed south or southwest. We get more on the movie film than
we actually see. North of the Divide, hardly any. Oh, you remember
the band we saw the day we found the sunstone flint? The ones
who'd killed those goofers and were eating them?"

Holloway laughed, remembering their consternation when the three
harpies had put in an appearance and been knocked down by his
and Gerd's rifle fire. " 'Thunder-noise kill gotza; maybe kill us next,'
" he quoted. " 'Bad place this, make run fast.' Man, were they a
scared lot of Fuzzies."

"They didn't stay scared long; they were back as soon as we were
out of there," Gerd told him. "I was up that way this morning and
recognized the place; I set down for a look around. The dead
harpies were pretty well cleaned up—other harpies and what have
you—just a few bones scattered around. I was up on top, where
we'd been. It was three weeks ago, and it'd rained a few times
since; so, no tracks. I could hardly see where we'd set the aircar
down. But I know the Fuzzies were there from what I didn't find."