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ing and falling； he made his way to firmer land； sitting down heavily as soon as he found something that would support him。
Behind him； the lifeboat burbled and sank under the water。 Bubbles of trapped air kept rising for awhile； then stopped。 The water stilled and； except for the broken branches and trees； there was no sign that a ship had ever e this way。
Insects whined across the swamp； and the only sound that broke the quiet of the woods beyond was the cruel scream of an animal pulling down its dinner。 When that had echoed away in tiny waves of sound everything was silent。
Jason pulled himself out of the half trance with an effort。 His body felt like it had been through a meat grinder； and it was almost impossible to think with the fog in his head。 After minutes of deliberation； he figured out that the medikit was what he needed。 The easy…off snap was very difficult and the button release didn't work。 He finally twisted his arm around until it was under the orifice and pressed the entire unit down。 It buzzed industriously； though he couldn't feel the needles； he guessed it had worked。 His sight spun dizzily for awhile then cleared。 Pain…killers went to work and he slowly came out of the dark cloud that had enveloped his brain since the crash。
Reason returned and loneliness rode along with it。 He was without food； friendless； surrounded by the hostile forces of an alien planet。
There was a rising panic that started deep inside of him； that took concentrated effort to hold down。
〃Think Jason； don't emote。〃 He said it aloud to reassure himself； but was instantly sorry； because his voice sounded weak in the emptiness； with a ragged edge of hysteria to it。 Something caught in his throat and he coughed to clear it； spitting out blood。 Looking at the red stain； he was suddenly angry。 Hating this deadly planet and the incredible stupidity of the people who lived on it。 Cursing out loud was better and his voice didn't sound as weak now。 He ended up shouting and shaking his fist at nothing in particular； but it helped。 The anger washed away the fear and brought him back to reality。
Sitting on the ground felt good now。 The sun was warm and when he leaned back he could almost forget the unending burden of doubled gravity。 Anger had carried away fear； rest erased fatigue。 From somewhere in the back of his mind； there popped up the old platitude：
Where there's life； there's hope。 He grimaced at the triteness of the words； at the same time realizing that a basic truth lurked there。
Count his assets。 Well battered； but still alive。 None of the bruises seemed very important； and no bones were broken。 His gun was still working； it dipped in and out of the power holster as he thought about
it。 Pyrrans made rugged equipment。 The medikit was operating as well。 If he kept his senses； managed to walk in a fairly straight line and could live off the land； there was a fair chance he might make it back to the city。 What kind of a reception would be waiting for him there was a different matter altogether。 He would find that out after he arrived。 Getting there had first priority。
On the debit side there stood the planet Pyrrus。 Strength…sapping gravity； murderous weather； and violent animals。 Could he survive？ As if to add emphasis to his thoughts； the sky darkened over and rain hissed into the forest； marching toward him。 Jason scrambled to his feet and took a bearing before the rain closed down visibility。 A jagged chain of mountains stood dimly on the horizons； he remembered crossing them on the flight out。 They would do as a first goal。 After he had reached them； he would worry about the next leg of the journey。
Leaves and dirt flew before the wind in quick gusts； then the rain washed over him。 Soaked； chilled； already bone…tired； he pitted the tottering strength of his legs against the planet of death。
When nightfall came； it was still raining。 There was no way of being sure of the direction； and no point in going on。 If that wasn't enough； Jason was on the ragged edge of exhaustion。 It was going to be a wet night。 All the trees were thick…boled and slippery； he couldn't have climbed them on a one…G world。 The sheltered spots that he investi
gated； under fallen trees and beneath thick bushes； were just as wet as the rest of the forest。 In the end he curled up on the leeward side of a tree； and fell asleep； shivering； with the water drippjng off him。
The rain stopped around midnight and the temperature fell sharply。 Jason woke sluggishly from a dream in which he was being frozen to death； to find it was almost true。 Fine snow was sifting through the trees； powdering the ground and drifting against him。 The cold bit into his flesh； and when he sneezed it hurt his chest。 His aching and numb body only wanted rest； Jut the spark of reason that remained in him forced him to his feet。 If he lay down now he would die。 Holding one hand against the tree so he wouldn't fall； he began to trudge around it。 Step after shuffling step； around and around； until the terrible cold eased a bit and he could stop shivering。 Fatigue crawled up him like a muffling； grey blanket。 He kept on walking； half the time with his eyes closed； opening them only when he fell and had to climb painfully to his feet again。
The sun burned away the snow clouds at dawn。 Jason leaned against his tree and blinked up at the sky with sore eyes。 The ground was white in all directions； except around tie tree where his stumbling feet had churned a circle of black mud。 His back against the smooth trunk； Jason sank slowly down to the ground； letting the sun soak into him。
Exhaustion had him light…headed； and his lips were cracked from thirst。 Almost continuous coughing tore at his chest with fingers of fire。 Though the sun was still low； it was hot already； burning his skin dry。 Dry and hot。
It wasn't right。 This thought kept nagging at his brain until he admitted it。 Turned it over and over and looked at it from all sides。 What wasn't right？ The way he felt。
Pneumonia。 He had all the symptoms。
His dry lips cracked and blood moistened them when he smiled。 He had avoided all the animal perils of Pyrrus； all the big carnivores and poisonous reptiles； only to be laid low by the smallest beast of them all。 Well； he had the remedy for this one too。 Rolling up his sleeve with shaking fingers； he pressed the mouth of the medikit to his bare arm。 It clicked and began to drone an angry whine。 That meant something； he knew； but he just couldn't remember what。 Holding it up he saw that one of the hypodermics was projecting halfway from its socket。 Of course。 It was empty of whatever antibiotic the analyzer had called for。 It needed refilling。
Jason hurled the thing away with a curse； and it splashed into a poo1 and was gone。 End of medicine； end of medikit； end of Jason dinAlt。
Singlehanded battler against the perils of deathworld。 Stronghearted stranger who could do as well as the natives。 It had taken him all of one day on his own to get his death warrant signed。
A choking growl echoed behind him。 He turned； dropped and fired in the same motion。 It was all over before his conscious mind was aware it had happened。 Pyrran t