fought in the revolutionary armies or been active in any overt way.

"Why not?" he snapped at me.

"I was more valuable where I stood," I said. "There's a lot that can

be done with paper work in the way of sabotage."

He nodded. "I see," he said. "I see what you mean."

"I worked in one of the Government departments," I said. "That enabled

me to pass information on to Sergeant's men in the vicinity. It also

gave me a good spot for mixing up orders and shipments."

He nodded again. "That's one of the advantages of a guerrilla outfit,"

he said. "The administration end really doesn't exist; we can live off

the country. I should think that, over an area as large as we can

range on Wohlen, we can't be wiped out."

Of course, that was only his opinion; but I wasn't easy about it. The

sight of him had shaken me quite a bit and I began to think I'd have

to get rid of him. That would be unpleasant and dangerous, I told

myself. But there didn't seem to be any help for it, at the moment.

"About information," he said. "You were closely watched--anyone

working for the Government would have had to have been. How did you

get your information out?"

I nodded toward the radio. "It's not a normal call-radio," I said,

with perfect truth. "Its operation is indetectable by the normal

methods. I'm not an expert, so I won't go into technical details; it's

enough that the radio works."

"Then why come to us?" Hollerith said. "Aren't there guerrillas in the

Ancarta vicinity for you to work with?"

I shook my head. "Only a few more or less ... ah ... disaffected

minorities," I said. That was true, too. "They raised hell for a day

or so, then walked in and surrendered. The guerrilla network on the

entire planet, sir, is under your command."

He shook his head. "It's not my command," he said. "This is a

democracy. You've met Huey ... my orderly, in the old days. But now he

has as much voice as I have. Except for expert matters."

Crackpots. But I listened. Democracy was the basis of their group;

every move was voted on by the entire band, wherever possible. "We're

not a dictatorship," Hollerith said. "We don't intend to become one."

It was nice to hear that; it meant that, maybe, I wouldn't have to get

rid of him after all. "Anyway," I said, "your men appear to be the

only ones active on Sergeant's behalf."

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He took it without flinching. "Then we need help," he said. "Can you

provide it?"

"I can get you guns," I said. "Volunteers. Supplies."

There was a little pause.

"Who do you think you are?" Hollerith said. "God?"

I didn't tell him that, from his point of view, I was inhabiting the

other half of the theological universe. Somehow, it didn't seem

necessary.

* * * * *

The men started to arrive in a week, some of them carrying supplies

and armaments for all the rest. Hollerith was beside himself with joy,

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