CHAPTER 7“I don’t like this,” said the frog captain. The spear lifted in its webbed hand, sunlight glinting from the point and edge of the wicked blade. “I don’t like it at all.”
Which makes two of us, thought Kevin. I don’t like it either. Miserably he eased the crushing burden on his shoulders. In the cage it had seemed a neat way out of all his troubles. Simply win the cooperation of the frogs to find the nomads and then persuade the girl to buy his freedom. But there had been snags. One of them was that the captain had forced him to sign the indenture before agreeing to move. As insurance, it had explained, as something to fall back on should the venture fail. And the creature had increased the term from ten years to twenty. True, Kevin had insisted on a conditional quit-claim but it
