before he signed ofT.
And he and Uncle Virgil had been betrayed too many times over the years for him not to know what it felt like to be stabbed in the back.
'But why?' he asked. 'What did I ever do to him?'
'That is what we must find out,' Draycos declared.
The dragon had been gazing out at the sky as if trying to find constellations in the unfamiliar star patterns. Now, he looked back at Jack and flipped his tail up in front of the boy's face. 'The sky is clear of watchers. Take hold.'
'Wait a second,' Jack protested even as he got a grip on the end of the dragon's tail. 'Where are we going?'
Draycos lifted a forepaw. 'The transport is there,' he said, pointing a forepaw toward the glow. 'The Kolo Seven outpost is there,' he went on, shifting his forepaw about forty-five degrees to the right. 'Between them is the sentry cage you occupied earlier this evening. I wish to intercept them near there.'
'Yeah, well, just wait a second,' Jack said cautiously. This whole thing had to be some kind of huge misunderstanding. The last thing he wanted was for a gung ho K'da warrior to go off the high dive into the revenge pool. 'They didn't kill anyone. Right? No hospital, no foul.'
Draycos tossed his head. 'You misunderstand, Jack,' he said. 'I do not seek vengeance, but information.'
'And how exactly do you expect to get it?'
'We shall see,' Draycos said. 'Now. Let us go.'
Earlier that night—was it still just the same night?—-Jack had hurried back from the sentry cage to the outpost. At the time, he would have sworn that that was as fast as it was possible for him to travel through a dark forest without breaking a leg or clotheslining himself on a low-hanging branch.
He'd been wrong. He'd been very wrong.
They raced through the forest. Not a quick walk, not a cautious jog, but a flat-out run. Draycos was in a hurry; and a K'da warrior in a hurry was a sight to behold.
And the most astonishing part of it was that Jack never even so much as twisted an ankle.
He never did figure that one out. Yes, he knew that Dray-cos had a different kind of eyesight than humans, which clearly included better night vision along with the rest of the package. And yes, the dragon also had training and experience in moving around different types of terrain.
But that only explained how Draycos kept from hurting himself. How he managed to also keep Jack's feet from finding any dips or tree roots along the way remained a mystery.
For the first ten minutes or so Draycos kept the pace as fast as Jack could manage, stopping every couple of hundred yards for a quick breather. Or at least, that was what Jack first thought the rest stops were for. It was only after the third one that he realized the dragon wasn't so much calling a time-out as he was pausing to listen for signs of their opponents.
It was at the ninth rest stop that those sounds began to be heard, at least by K'da ears. From that point on, they walked quietly instead of running.
There was no conversation. There was no need for any. Jack might not have K'da military training, but he knew all about sneaking through hostile territory trying not to be noticed.
They had gone another ten minutes, and Jack had just about gotten his breath back from that mad dash, when Draycos abruptly came to a halt. Jack froze in place beside him, listening hard.
For a moment there was nothing. Then, from somewhere ahead, he heard it: a quiet voice, two more acknowledging voices, and then a faint crackle of leaves. Slowly, the crunching sounds moved off.
'Careful,' he whispered into Draycos's ear as the sounds faded away. 'They might have left a guard behind.'
The dragon's tongue flicked out twice, tasting the air. 'No,' he whispered back. 'All three have gone ahead. But others are moving up behind them.'
Jack swallowed. Terrific. 'What now?'
'We need information,' Draycos said. 'We must therefore set a trap. You spoke earlier of electronic detectors?'
Abruptly, belatedly, Jack remembered the slapstick at his side. 'Oh, geez,' he breathed, snatching it out of his belt like he'd suddenly found a snake riding his hip. 'I wasn't even thinking.'
'Calm yourself,' Draycos assured him. 'I allowed you to bring it because it may now be useful. Come.'
He headed off at an angle. Gripping the slapstick in one hand and Draycos's tail in the other, Jack followed.
The dragon led him in a curving path, stopping at last beside a small tree with slender, multiple trunks poking out from a twisted root system. 'Here,' he said. 'You may put the weapon down.'
Jack obeyed. As he did so, something set between two of the thin trunks caught his eye. It was a small plastic object, shaped like a curved cone with a flat piece of glass or plastic on the side facing away from him. A thin metal rod connected it to one of the trunks, and he could see a double cable attached to the cone's pointy end hanging down to the ground.
And suddenly he realized what it was. 'That's one of the Argus eyes!'
'Yes,' Draycos agreed. 'Do not worry. We have come up behind it.' He reached out a claw and deftly sliced one of the two cables near where it went into the cone. 'At any rate, they cannot see from it now.'
'Yes, but—' With an effort,Jack choked back his protest. If anyone had been looking at the monitor when Draycos cut the cable, he might just as well have sent up a flare announcing where they were. 'Fine. What now?'
The dragon's jaws opened slightly. 'Now,' he said, 'we find you a tree.'
Jack blinked. 'A tree?'
'One which will hide you, but which they will not expect you can climb,' Draycos continued, looking around. 'One which therefore they will not think to examine. Ah— there. Come.'
He headed off toward a smooth-sided tree that showed a hint of a bush-like branch structure beginning about fifty feet up. Rather like a giant dandelion, Jack thought as they approached. 'Hold tightly,' Draycos ordered, leaping a few feet up onto the side of the tree and again wagging his tail into Jack's face.
Swallowing hard, Jack got a firm grip on the tail. Without seeming to even notice the extra weight, Draycos started to climb.
A minute later they had reached the branches. 'This should conceal you well,' Draycos decided, pushing aside one of the leafy branches with his forepaw.
'Yeah,' Jack agreed. Actually, with the way the branches spread out in layers from the trunk, each layer perhaps three feet higher up on the trunk than the previous one, the setup was like a woody sort of hammock with an overhead canopy.
