“One of the prisoners heard a guard mention a troop train?”

“When?”

Rey translated the question into Overall for Umat.

“Before sundown. That is all he knows. They would head for the siding south of here to let it pass.”

“We should move out.” Mov suggested.

“We should. But…..” Lensman surveyed the flat, featureless landscape. “If they decide to dismount and follow us, how far would we get before they caught us?”

“An ambush?”

Lensman turned back to Umat. “We have spare weaponry, and what came from the guards. How many of your men will fight.”

The question was only half translated when Umat answered, “All!”

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