Dusty turned a light blanket over the Marandanian and then went back to report.
Gant Nerley said, "In the salon you will find a medicine cabinet. The instructions are simple, any intelligent being with a menslator should be able to follow them concisely. How is the bleeding?"
"Stopped. Clotted by now."
"Take care of Scyth, Dusty Britton. We'll figure out something for you."
"How about this barytrine field that's running away with itself?"
"We'll stop it. Behind you on the auxiliary panel you will see a knob and a pilot lamp, probably orange colored. Turn the knob to the left."
Dusty did, and the lamp went out.
"That's it. I see that Scyth has the usual sloppy habits of his kind. No label. According to space regulations the operator is supposed to slip a label into the frame above the auxiliary control whenever he has anything extra set up. I'll mark that oversight down on Scyth Radnor's record. Now—"
"What about Chat and Bren and that variable-star maker?"
Gant Nerley grunted. "If they're not keeping a close eye on the barytrine field detector, so they can shut off their own equipment when it fails, I'll revoke their licenses! They must be looking at the temporal field, or at least keeping watch."