Maybe he can find
additional transport for you. I'll call him."
"I'll send off what force I can, at once," Kankad promised. "How does
it go with you at Skilk?"
"We're holding, so far," he replied. "Paula is with me, here; she
sends her friendship."
Captain Inez Malavez, the woman officer in charge of the station, put
her head into the booth.
"General! Immediate-urgency message from Colonel O'Leary," she said.
"Native laborers from the mine-labor camp are pouring into the
mine-equipment park. Colonel O'Leary's used all his rockets and
MG-ammunition trying to stop them."
"Call you back, later," von Schlichten told Kankad. "I'll see what
Them M'zangwe can do about transport; get what force you can started
for Konkrook at once."
He left the booth, removing his geek-speaker. "Barney!" he called.
"General Mordkovitz! Who's the ranking officer in direct contact with
the Eighteenth Rifles? Major Falkenberg?"
"That's right."
"Well, tell him to get as many of his Kragans as he can spare down to
the equipment-park." He turned to Inez Malavez. "You call Jarman; tell
him what O'Leary reported, and tell him to get cracking on it.
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