Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 71 — page 46: what you’re looking at

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POINT OF VIEW “They did that, anyway,”’ pointed out Carter. “‘Some of them had climbed to the top of the ship even before you fired.”’ He wetted his lips. “That meant they intended to jump us from the beginning. That offering was made to lure us outside.” ‘Perhaps.’ Malchin jerked to his feet and began to stride about the tiny com- pound. After their capture the natives had put both men inside a roughly-built struc- ture consisting of a hut, a stockade, and nothing else. The hut gave a little privacy, the compound a little freedom of movement, but that was all. Watching spearmen made escape, even if they could _ have climbed the pointed logs, impossible. A native came up to the stockade and thrust a basket of fruit and vegetables through a gap between the stakes. He followed it with a gourd of water, watched Malchin pick them up, then walked off. “They’re feeding us, any- way, called Malchin to Car- ter. “Fruit and vegetables again, as usual.”’ He bit into one of the fruits. ““Wonder 45 when we're going to get any meat?” “I wonder why they took us prisoner?” Carter looked at the basket of fruit and shook his head. “I’m not hungry.” “Better keep your strength up,” said Malchin, and bit into another fruit. “Perhaps they want to keep us in their own temple,’ he suggested. “Or maybe they want to test us—you know, see if we can escape.” He bared his teeth. “If ever I get my hands on a projector I’ll incinerate this village to the last monkey. [IL__.:...”: He—broke.-ed, staring at his companion. “‘What’s the matter ?”’ ‘Look!’ Carter pointed towards a similar compound to their own. It lay a few yards away and Malchin hadn’t paid it much attention. Now, seeing the expression on his companion’s face, he stared towards it. It contained a few natives, or rather a few humanoids similar to the natives. Staring at them Malchin could see minor differences, a darker tint to the skin and a differ- ent pattern of scars, Some of the villagers had entered the conmiclsooks.cohn