"We'll make up a little party," the Major decided.
"Get yourself and your friends out to Centaurii III, and I'll provide a small craft and the gear for the hop over to, to—what did you call it?"
"Tigursh II," I told him happily. This was what I had hoped. The $80,000 passage out to the system I could afford, and with Daphne footing the rest of the bill I would save myself quite a piece of change.
"How many will be in your party?" he wanted to know. "I'll send word ahead for suitable accommodations and supplies."
"I hunt light," I told him. "There'll be just me."
"Hmm. You must be nuts about the sport. You don't mind if I bring along a little diversion?"
"It's your party," I reminded him, more to confirm that he was expected to foot the bills than just to be agreeable.
"I'll keep my party small, too," he promised. "Just the wife and—a few nieces."
The Major and his party were already gassed and crated when I arrived at the space-deck for the big jump, so it wasn't until they pulled the needle out of me on Daphne's planet at main base that I got a look at his wife and nieces.