Haskell looked surprised. "I don't get it. You told me to come as fast as I could, and you said that eight of the men were badly injured."
"I told you?"
"Yes, sir. I thought you were hurt yourself, sir. Your voice sounded hoarse."
Lamoureux's jaws were clenched together so tightly in his effort to maintain his self-control that his teeth hurt. He unclenched them. "I don't quite understand you, Haskell. My voice is as melodious as ever. Something else is strange, too. You ask who else is hurt."
"Yes, sir. We ran across Terrill a little while ago. He got brushed by the tail of some animal and was walking around in a real daze."
"How do you suppose we're walking? At any rate, I'm glad you found him. See any signs of Carvalho?"
"No, sir. We left the radio beam on to guide you—"
"What's that? You're sure you left it on?"
"Positive, sir."
"Well, someone has turned it off! Someone—Oh, my God!"