Sewell had dropped his irascibility, and his voice was steady and kindly.
"Just flash blindness, isn't it, sir? This salve will fix you up. You've got a cut on your shoulder. I'll take care of that too."
"How are your men, Hague?" Clark sounded as though he were standing beside Hague.
"Not a scratch. We're ready to march."
"Five hurt here, three with the advance party, and two at the tank. We got 'em good, though. They hit the trail between our units and got fire from both sides. Must be twenty of them dead."
Hague grimaced at the sting of something Sewell had squeezed into his eyes. "Who was hurt?"
"Arndt, the geologist; his buddy, Gault, the botanist; lab technician Harker, Crewman Harker, and Szachek, the meteorologist man. How's your pneumatic ammunition?"
"We fired twenty-eight rounds of H.E."
Cartographer Hirooka's voice burst in excitedly.
"That gun crew of yours! Your gun crew got twenty-one of these—these lizard-men. A bunch came up our back trail, and the pneumatic cut them to pieces."