I sat up and examined my surroundings. Nothing had been disturbed, and my manny still had all its appendages. Excellent. I glanced up, got my bearings, collected my sentry, and headed for the small stream I’d avoided last time I was moving about. I noticed on the way that the radio was missing. So my pursuers had seen it, which meant they’d been searching diligently. They might still be out there, in fact. I dropped to all fours, which I really should have done in the first place. Quinlans, like Pav, were more comfortable locomoting quadrupedally over any kind of distance. Only the manny’s design allowed me to overlook the inefficiency.