The pilot mouthed some unprintables.
"Shut up!" snapped Dave.
"Bah!"
Dave backhanded the pilot across the face. The face writhed in pain and the eyes half-closed again. Dave tore the sleeve from the shirt and bound the bullet wound crudely.
"Now," he said harshly, "you'll live if you behave. It ain't painless, but you'll live—if you want to."
"You can't get away with this."
"No?"
"We'll get you sooner or later—"
"Think you'll live to see it?"
"Yes."