But Donal had already turned away from the two of them. There was no point in listening further. He moved silently out of earshot; but after that he went quickly, not caring about noise. His search for Hugh had taken him clear across the village, so that what was closest to him now was his own Force area. The short night of Harmony’s northern continent was already beginning to gray toward dawn. He headed toward his own men, one of his odd certainties chilling him.

“Halt!” cried one of his own sentries, as Donal broke clear of the houses, “Halt and give—sir!”

“Come with me!” snapped Donal. “Where’s the Third Group Area from here?”

“This way, sir,” said the man; and led the way, trotting to keep up with Donal’s long strides.

They burst into the Third Group area. Donal put his whistle to his lips and blew for Lee.

“What—?” mumbled a sleepy voice from half a dozen meters’ distance. A hammock heaved and disgorged the bony figure of the exminer. “What the hell . . . sir?”

Donal strode up to him and with both hands swung him about so that he faced toward the enemy territory from which the dawn breeze was coming. “Smell!” he ordered.

Lee blinked, scrubbed his nose with one knotty fist, and stifled a yawn. He took a couple of deep breaths, filling his lungs, his nostrils spread—and suddenly he snapped into complete awakedness.

“Same thing, sir,” he said, turning to Donal. “Stronger.”

“All right!” Donal wheeled about on the sentry. “Take a signal to Senior Groupmen, First and Second Groups. Get their men into trees, high up in trees, and get themselves up, too.”

“Trees, sir?”

“Get going! I want every man in this Force a dozen meters off the ground in ten minutes—with their weapons!” The sentry turned to make off. “If you’ve got time after making that signal, try to get through to Command HQ with it. If you see you can’t, climb a tree yourself. Got that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then get going!”

Donal wheeled about and started himself on the business of getting the sleeping Third Group soldiers out of their hammocks and up the trunks of tall trees. It was not done in ten minutes. It was closer to twenty by the time they were all off the ground. A group of Dorsai schoolboys would have made it in a quarter of the time, from the sounder sleep of youth. But on the whole, thought Donal, pulling himself at last up into a tree, they had been in time; and that was what counted.