6“THE NIGHT COMES,” TSOAY spoke slowly in English. “Do these you fear hunt in the dark?”
She shook her head to free her forehead from a coil of braid, pulled loose in her struggle with Travis.
“They do not need eyes or such noses as those four-footed hunters of yours. They have a machine to track—”
“Then what purpose is this brush pile of yours?” Travis raised his chin at the disturbed hiding place.
“They do not constantly use the machine, and one can hope. But at night they can ride on its beam. We are not far enough into the hills to lose them. Bahatur went lame, and so I was slowed....”
“And what lies in these mountains that those you fear dare not invade them?” Travis continued.
“I do not know, save if one can climb far enough inside, one is safe from pursuit.”
“I ask it again:
