He angled for the far bank. On arrival he slid his head and eyes out carefully. The infra-red light was far up the river, following the jumping river beasts.
Without ripple or sound, Waltk broke the surface of the river.
Their two naked bodies glistening with the water, Jarl Gare and Waltk stepped out of the river and slid into the luxurious growth of the jungle.
One step in the climb to freedom and wealth had been accomplished! Jarl Gare chuckled, patting the mighty arms of his companion.
"Can you lead us in a straight line through the jungle if I give you a pointer?" Jarl Gare asked. He knew the answer—but he liked to preen his ego on the knowledge that his brain had evolved the plan. Waltk grunted.
"Look back at the Hole," Jarl Gare said.
The Jovian turned, his eyes intent. "I see it," he said.
"The high radio tower?" The Jovian, grunted. "The guard's barracks?" Again the Jovian grunted.
"Draw an imaginary line from the tower through the center of the barracks. Our path will extend along that line."
"Come," said Waltk. He led Jarl Gare back up the river, watching the tower. He halted finally, facing across the river, and then made an abrupt about-face.