Dhuva

Dhuva whirled, leaped past Brett, dived for the rear door.

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959

Dhuva arrived, watched as Brett went to the edge, hooked his legs over the rope, and started across to the tank.

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959

Brett ducked a wild swing, toppled his attacker, turned to see Dhuva deal with the last of the dummies.

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959

From the corner of his eye, Brett saw Dhuva seize the burning coat, hurl it into the pooled gasoline in the gutter.

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959

Now he clung to an outthrust spur of granite directly beneath the point at which Dhuva had disappeared.

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959

"I don't understand where the voices come from," Dhuva said.

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959

Somewhere below, Dhuva -- a stranger who had befriended him -- lay in the grip of the Gels.

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959

He was no closer to escape, or to finding Dhuva, than he had been when the fat man cut the rope.

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959

Through the streaked windshield he saw a mighty Gel rear up before Dhuva, who crouched back against the blackened brick front of the building.

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959

"I don't care about your theories," Dhuva said; "I only want to get away."

It Could Be Anything Keith Laumer 1959