"Not quite like the priest's," said Dillon, smiling. "But it serves much the same purpose." He hurried up the path and into the shack, emerging a moment later with the first-aid bag that was standard equipment for all men isolated from the services of a doctor.
"That's where you made your first mistake," said Cassidy. "Regulation 1287-63C, paragraph 119 states 'no man shall give medical aid to alien races unless a team of certified specialists has checked out all such medicines with respect to such race and certified them safe. Penalty for breaking rule: Revocation of any licenses; restriction to home world for three years; and/or five thousand dollars fine.' You really did things up right. You should have left that bag in the safe where it belonged."
"Well, I didn't," said Dillon. "And it's too late now to talk of what I should have done. At any rate...."
"Where is the boy, Bila?" asked Dillon as he came up to the alien again.
"At my village, starman. Come." He slipped down the path and was soon swallowed by the darkness. The Earthman hurried after, afraid of being lost in the almost impenetrable night.
He had forgotten the flashlight again, and he cursed as he stumbled over an unseen obstruction.
"Bila!" he called.
"Yes, starman?" The alien appeared as if from nowhere.