Gallifa tried to rise, then gave way to the weakness of his limbs. The ground spun crazily past his face and he passed out.
"Gallifa! Snap out of it! Wake up, boy!"
Rough hands were shaking him. He opened his eyes.
"I didn't kill Doc," MacFarland said quietly. "There wasn't time to explain. I had to act fast. He had enough knockout juice in that needle to put you away permanently."
Gallifa searched the other man's face. Then, slowly the tension went out of his features. "I heard shots?"
"Your boys took a few shots at me," MacFarland admitted. "I guess they thought I was rushing them."
Gallifa stared at Nolan. "We've got to contact the men before it's too late," he said. "I know what caused the epidemic—and how to stop it. Anyway, temporarily. If I can only find some way to get them to listen."
MacFarland said: "We'll find a way. Tell me about it."
"There's nothing wrong with this camp now but fear," Gallifa continued wearily. "Or the fear of fear. There wasn't any epidemic. It was the gnomes. It's all here in the micro-film."
MacFarland stared blankly.