“Don’t worry. You won’t have it. Now that you’ve beaten George, you’ll have no trouble at all. You’re top dog.” Mullins gestured at the cages. “They’ll be good for a while. Now you’d better get on with your work. There’s been enough disruption of routine for today. The men will help you.”
* * *
Kennon checked in at the commandant’s office before he left for the main island.
“How is Douglas?” he asked.
“He’s alive,” Mullins said. “We flew him to Albertsville—and good riddance. How are the Lani?”
“They’ll be all right,” Kennon said. “It’s just food poisoning. I suggest you check your kitchen and your food handlers. There’s a break in sanitation that could incapacitate your whole command. I found a few things wrong but there are probably more.”
“I’ll check on it—and thanks for the advice,” Mullins said. “Sit down, Doctor. Your airboat won’t be serviced for another few minutes. Tell me how things are on the main island. How’s Blalok?”
“You know him?”
“Of course. I used to be a frequent visitor there. But with that young pup here, I couldn’t leave. I didn’t dare to. He’d have disrupted routine in a single day. Look what he did in half an hour. Frankly, I owe you a debt for getting him off my hands.” Mullins chuckled dryly.
“That’s a fine thing to say,” Kennon grinned. “But I can sympathize. It took us two months to straighten out Alexandria after the Boss-man sent him here.”