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He was still standing there and hadn't been shot so I went up。
〃We're stranded in the Blike Mountains！〃 said the driver。
The airbus was burning。
〃Good；〃 I said。
〃But we can't cross those mountains！ Even in the passes the air is too thin。〃 I suddenly remembered that my driver had a name。 I never used it。 Now was the time。 〃Ske； have you ever dreamed of the sylvan life； the woods； the trees； the streams？ Living off nature？ With no cares？〃 It had no appeal； apparently。 He started cursing like fury and ran down and started throwing sand on the wreck。 I didn't help him at all。 It was just the engine burning。 Whoever it was had fired a shot into the fuel capacitors and another one into the generator converter。 That engine would never run again。
I hummed happily。 I found my needle blastrifle in the brush。 I found my game bag and the ammunition。 I pulled somewhat toasted sweetbuns out of the back and somewhat boiled sparklewater from under the driver's seat。 And while I was doing this； I suddenly beheld that the toolbox lid was open and the toolbox was empty。
I sat down and began to laugh。 I laughed and laughed。 It was the first time I had laughed for a long while。 The driver； who had gotten the engine fire down to a flicker； looked at me a little scared。 Well； maybe I did sound a bit hysterical。
〃What's so funny？〃 he demanded。
〃The money！ It's gone！〃 And I went off into another spasm。 〃They followed us in to rob us。 They cut their engines way back and coasted in。 They crept up carefully。 They thought they killed us。 And 。 。 。〃 It was so rich I had to laugh and laugh again。 The driver got me by the shoulders to steady me or shake me or something。 I didn't mind。 I sat down and laughed some more。 Finally； I could talk again。
〃They did it all to rob us of counterfeit money！ Spreading that much around they will start a major investigation。 And they'll be executed out of hand！〃 Ske didn't think it was funny。 〃All I know is； we're pletely off all traffic lines； we don't have any munication at all； we can't walk out of here and we're surrounded by deep canyons and a country full of savage beasts。〃
〃That's the nice part of it；〃 I said。
I watched him build up the cooking fire again… whoever it was would just think the airbus was still burning if they looked back and saw a pinpoint of light。 He located some of the game birds and began to pick the dust and rocks off them。 I sat there grinning。
Gone was Tug One。 Gone was Heller。 Far away was the Countess Krak。 If found； I could even explain to Lombar we were looking for the patrol craft he had ordered burned and we crashed。
I was looking ahead to happy years in this wilderness full of game。 All my problems were solved。
Looking back； I wish it had been so。 How wrong I was to feel happy that night！
Chapter 5
At the end of three weeks； my 〃idyll of primitive atavism〃 came to an abrupt end。
I awoke from a dreamless； lovely sleep to find a hunting blastgun prodding my chin。
These valleys between the ranges were the heavens themselves： grassy plateaus； stately forests； picturesque rock formations； streams which rippled or roared in an interesting plexity； surrounded all about by majestic snow…crowned peaks！
Songbirds and an infinite variety of game abounded and fed the stomach and the eyes and ears alike。
Day after day we had wandered； from one enticing campsite to the next； each one seemingly more charming than the last。
I had a bit of trouble with my driver； Ske。 Because one has to have the identification impress on the vehicle frame； or one can't get a replacement； he had insisted； at great labor…since he had no tools…in hammering that section off； using rocks； using twists to heat the metal so it would break。 It had taken him hours and hours。 The result was that he was left carrying a twenty…foot piece of vehicle frame； quite heavy and cumbersome； always getting in the road when he scrambled down cliffs or tried to go through dense trees。
He also had to carry the toasted sweetbuns and the remains of sparklewater in its warped containers as well as some singed upholstery I was using for blankets。 When you added to this the weight of recent kills； one could imagine that it was a burden。 And as I wandered along； pausing to admire the view； savor the redolent perfume of the air or take a shot at some songbird； I was nevertheless aware of his critical stares at my back when he thought I was not looking。
One day； as I sauntered up a steep path； and after he had fallen back down three times； tripped by the vehicle frame's propensity for gouging into the dirt； I heard him muttering。 And so； while he stood teetering on the unfirm path； I took the time to try to put him right。 I sat down on a boulder and began to explain to him what this was all about。
I told him that every being had in him a throwback； an atavism； to the primitive； I went into considerable technical details； all in the best traditions of Earth psychology。 I even analyzed him as having an atavism deficiency。 And all the thanks I got was him falling down the path again and this time swearing！
But； undaunted； I essayed another approach。 When he got back up to me again； I explained how every sentient being of our type had yet retained； left over from evolution； a reptile brain below and between the lobes。 This brain was what prompted blind leadership。 I even drew him a picture of it in the slanted dirt。 And then I diagnosed his trouble as a reptile brain deficiency that made him blind to the necessity of blindly following where I led。 But once more all the thanks I got was him falling down to the bottom once more。
However； I did not permit this problem to blunt the acute pleasure I was taking in my stroll across this vast land。 Not only did it have no Tug One in it； it had neither Heller nor Krak and only the faintest shadow of Lombar Hisst。
As days proceeded onward； I must have shot at least five hundred songbirds。 Some of them； when they fell； were hard to get to or only wounded and my driver often had trouble recovering them； burdened as he was。
But he was making his own trouble。 I told him to throw away the identoframe： we would never again have need of an airbus； so why carry the frame you have to turn in to get a replacement？ I just couldn't seem to get through to him about this。
He couldn't be taught in other ways as well。 Each time we would make a camp； instead of locating dry wood； he would start a fire with the greenest bark to hand and for the last half hour of daylight； huge columns of white smoke would rise like pillars into the air； absolutely towering into the sky。 I tried and tried but I couldn't break him of it。 I decided he was simply atavism deficient！
Thus； when the cold muzzle of the gun awoke me that dawn； I was not too surprised to hear my driver talking in a rather high； urgent voice when any atavistic impulse would have been to shut up！
〃。。。 And so we almost had the contrabandists and they up and shot us down！〃 Ske was saying。 〃But true to our duty； we have been following them day after day； scouting on their trail。 They left fantastic amounts of evidence behind。 You just look at that game bag！ We found it just last ni