but he knew he couldn’t. He knew the council would just review the case and reverse his decision.”
“It was still my error, not yours,” Dal protested. “I should have gone ahead and finished the case on the spot. I knew it at the time, and I just didn’t quite dare.”
“So you made a mistake,” Tiger said. “You’ll make a dozen more before you get your Star, and if none of them amount to any more than this one, you can be very happy.” He scowled at Jack. “It’s only thanks to our friend here that the Black Doctor heard about this at all. A hospital ship would have come to take the patient aboard, and the local doctors would have been quieted down and that would have been all there was to it. This business about losing a contract is a lot of nonsense.”
“Then you think this thing was just used as an excuse to get at me?”
“Ask him,” Tiger said, looking at Jack again. “Ask him why a Black Doctor and a Four-star Surgeon turned up when we just called for a hospital ship.”
“I called the hospital ship,” Jack said sullenly.
“But you called Dr. Tanner too,” said Tiger. “Your nose has been out of joint ever since Dal came aboard this ship. You’ve made things as miserable for him as you could, and you just couldn’t wait for a chance to come along to try to scuttle him.”
“All right,” Jack said, “but he was making a mistake. Anybody could see that. What if the patient had died while he was standing around waiting? Isn’t that important?”
Tiger started to answer, and then threw up his hands in disgust. “It’s important—but something else is more important. We’ve got a job to do on this ship, and we can’t do it fighting each other. Dal misjudged a case and got in trouble. Fine, he won’t make that mistake again. It could just as well have been you, or me. We’ll all make mistakes, but if we can’t work as a team, we’re sunk. We’ll all be drummed out of the patrol before a year is out.” Tiger stopped to catch his breath, his face flushed with anger. “Well, I’m fed up with this back-stabbing business. I don’t want a fight any more than Dal does, but if I have to fight, I’ll fight to get it over with, and you’d better be careful. If you pull any more sly ones, you’d better include me in the deal, because if Dal goes, I go too. And that’s a promise.”
There was silence for a moment as Jack stared up at Tiger’s angry face. He shook his head and blinked, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. He looked across at Dal, and then back at Tiger again. “You mean you’d turn in your collar and cuff?” he said.
“If it came to that.”
“I see.” Jack sat down at the control panel, still shaking his head. “I think you really mean it,” he said soberly. “This isn’t just a big brother act. You really like the guy, don’t you?”
“Maybe I do,” Tiger said, “but I don’t like to watch anybody get kicked around just because somebody else doesn’t happen to like him.”
The control room was very quiet. Then somewhere below a motor clicked on, and the ventilation fan made a quiet whirring sound. The teletype clicked sporadically down the corridor in the communications room. Dal sat silently, rubbing Fuzzy between the eyes and watching the two Earthmen. It seemed suddenly as if they were talking about somebody a million miles away, as if he were not even in the room.
Then the Blue Doctor shrugged and rose to his feet. “All right,” he said to Tiger. “I guess I just didn’t understand where you stood, and I suppose it wasn’t my job to let the Black Doctor know about the situation here. I don’t plan to be making all the mistakes you think we’re going to make, and I won’t take the blame for anybody else’s, but I guess we’ve got to work together in the tight spots.” He gave Dal a lop-sided grin. “Welcome aboard,” he said. “We’d better get this crate airborne before the people here come and cart it away.”
They moved then, and the subject was dropped. Half an hour later the Lancet lifted through the atmospheric pull of the Moruan planet and moved on toward the next contact point, leaving the recovering patient in the hands of the native physicians. It was not until hours later that Dal noticed that Fuzzy had stopped quivering, and was resting happily and securely on his shoulder even when the Blue Doctor was near.
Alarums and Excursions
Once more the crew of the Lancet settled down to routine, and the incident on Morua VIII seemed almost forgotten.
But a change had come about in the relations between the three doctors, and in every way the change was for the better. If Jack Alvarez was not exactly cordial to Dal Timgar, at least he had dropped the open antagonism that he had shown before. Apparently Tiger’s angry outburst had startled Jack, as though he had never really considered that the big Earthman might honestly be attached to his friend from Garv II, and the Blue Doctor seemed sincere in his agreement to work with Dal and Tiger as a team.
But bit by bit Dal could sense that the change in Jack’s attitude went deeper than the surface. “You know, I really think he was scared of me,” Dal said one night when he and Tiger were alone. “Sounds silly, but I think it’s true. He pretends to be so sure of himself, but I think he’s as worried about doing things wrong as we are, and just won’t admit it. And he really thought I was a threat when I came aboard.”
“He probably had a good thorough briefing from Black Doctor Tanner before he got the assignment,” Tiger said grimly.
“Maybe—but somehow I don’t think he cares for the Black Doctor much more than we do.”
But whatever the reason, much of the tension was gone when the Lancet had left the Moruan system behind. A great weight seemed to have been lifted, and if there was not quite peace on board, at least there was an uneasy truce. Tiger and Jack were almost friendly, talking together more often and getting to know each other better. Jack still avoided Dal and seldom included him in conversations, but the open contempt of the first few weeks on the ship now seemed tempered somewhat.
Once again the Lancet’s calls fell into a pattern. Landings on the outpost planets became routine, bright spots in a lonely and wandering existence. The calls that came in represented few real problems. The ship stopped at one contract planet to organize a mass inoculation program against a parasitic infestation resembling malaria. They paused at another place to teach the native doctors the use of some new surgical instruments that had been developed in Hospital Earth laboratories just for them. Frantic emergency calls usually proved to involve trivial problems, but once or twice potentially serious situations were spotted early, before they could develop into real trouble.
And as the three doctors got used to the responsibilities of a patrol ship’s rounds, and grew more confident of their ability to handle the problems thrust upon them, they found themselves working more and more efficiently as a team.
This was the way the General Practice Patrol was supposed to function. Each doctor had unsuspected skills that came to light. There was no questioning Jack Alvarez’s skill as a diagnostician, but it seemed uncanny to Dal the way the slender, dark-haired Earthman could listen carefully to a medical problem of an alien race on a remote planet, and then seem to know exactly which questions to ask to draw out the significant information about the situation. Tiger was not nearly as quick and clever as Jack; he needed more time to ponder a question of medical treatment, and he would often spend long hours poring over the data tapes before deciding what to do in a given case—but he always seemed to come up with an answer, and his answers usually worked. Above
