CHAPTER 12“You didn’t succeed, Martin. Come on—wake up so I can tell it to your face. You and the rest of the apes have lost forever!”
He stirred and gagged and then rolled on his side, feeling the pain from his shoulder lance through his body. There had been the shot and he had felt himself falling and then there had been a voice….
Tanner’s voice.
His eyes jerked wide open and he sat up, wincing at another flash of pain.
“Finally awake, are you?”
He turned. Tanner was on the small pedestal that held the hoop, standing nonchalantly in front of the circle of whirling black.
“You’ll be sorry you woke up, Martin. Frankly, I should think you would be wishing you were dead.” He half smiled to himself. “There’s knives in the kitchen, incidentally, in case you should want to do something ab
