"It would be safer with two of us," Chet said musingly. "Your knowledge of anthropology and medicine—mine of the people—"
"Barfield, you're still on the sicklist," Commander Seymour pointed out. He watched Chet's face for a long moment before adding, "Still—if you're over your sick-minded need for revenge—it's possible Dr. Pine may find you fit. It's up to him."
Chet was afraid to ask directly. He pleaded with his eyes.
Dr. Pine grinned broadly at the both. "He's ready for duty, sir," he said.
Commander Seymour stepped back and scowled. "All right, Mr. Barfield," he barked, "I'll give you just three minutes to change to the uniform of the day!"
Chet's jaw dropped. His vision, also downcast, noted the fatigues he wore, the muddy shoes. Then he looked up, saw the twinkle in his C.O.'s eyes, and understood.
In exactly three minutes he made the required change. He would enter the village as he'd left it—in the undress uniform of a Man....