CHAPTER 4Duel of Death
For a moment neither of them moved, then Wilson turned, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the emptiness around them, looking for the other members of his group.
“They’re gone,” said the big man softly. “I sent them away. We’re all alone here, Wilson, all alone.”
“So I see.” The young man held out his hand.
“If you’ll give me the shovel I’ll get back to work.”
“Forgetting something, Wilson?”
“I’m sorry—sir. But I have a quota to fill and I can’t work without a shovel.”
“Yes, your quota.” The overseer stared at the half-filled container. “You must have lost track of the time. Where are the other two?”
“The boy fell sick, ripped off his hood and got dust in his eyes. I sent him back to the hospital huts and a man to go with him.”
“Dust in his eyes, eh? That’s
