Straut stooped, grabbed up a leaf to which a quivering lump adhered, jumped into the vehicle as it leaped forward; then a shock and they were going into a spin and....
"Lucky it was soft ground," somebody said. And somebody else asked, "What about the driver?"
Silence. Straut opened his eyes. "What ... about...."
A stranger was looking down at him, an ordinary-looking fellow of about thirty-five.
"Easy, now, General Straut. You've had a bad spill. Everything is all right. I'm Professor Lieberman, from the University."
"The driver," Straut said with an effort.
"He was killed when the jeep went over."
"Went ... over?"
"The creature lashed out with a member resembling a scorpion's stinger. It struck the jeep and flipped it. You were thrown clear. The driver jumped and the jeep rolled on him."