"The ship has an automatic log," said Bolden. "It indicates every place I landed."
"True, but our grid coordinates are not exact. It will be a few years before we're able to look at a log and locate within ten feet of where a ship has been." The doctor spread out a large photomap. There were several marks on it. He fastened a stereoscope viewer over Bolden's eyes and handed him a pencil. "Can you use this?"
"I think so." His fingers were stiff and he couldn't feel, but he could mark with the pencil. Kessler moved the map nearer and the terrain sprang up in detail. In some cases, he could see it more clearly than when he had been there, because on the map there was no fog. Bolden made a few corrections and the doctor took the map away and removed the viewer.
"We'll have to stay away from these places until we get a cure. Did you notice anything peculiar in any of the places you went?"
"It was all mountainous country."
"Which probably means that we're safe on the plain. Were there any animals?"
"Nothing that came close. Birds maybe."
"More likely it was an insect. Well, we'll worry about the host and how it is transmitted. Try not to be upset. You're as safe as you would be on Earth."
"Yeah," said Bolden. "Where's the pet?"
The doctor laughed. "You did very well on that one. The biologists have been curious about the animal since the day they saw one in a native camp."