"Maybe," Martha said, deftly wrapping her gear. "You’ve been lucky, for a first chase. Jerry’s a good now-caster, the best around, but he only hits a spike one chase out of two. Okay, maybe three out of five, lately ... But"—Martha stood up straight, waving her black-nailed hand overhead with a lasso-tossing gesture—"with this kind of midlevel vorticity? Man, we could log half a dozen spikes out of a front like this one."