"You'll be all right in a few minutes," he said. "We have to take it slow and easy or you'll get the bends."
While he worked he was asking himself questions. Who? In God's name—why? What reason had anyone for attacking the ship? There was nothing of value aboard. He had no enemies—to his knowledge—in this part of the universe.
Doree was trying to speak. Her throat worked. Her eyes were frantic. Mike got her legs straightened out without sending her into screaming pain. Now she was rising into a sitting position on her own power.
"Took—took—Fa—him—" she whispered hoarsely.
"Your father—where is he?"
"McKee—Talbott—took him!"
"Who in the hell are McKee and Talbott?"
Gradually, her throat unlocked. "They came in and took him—carried him out."
"I asked you who they were."