"A clean break, thank God," he said, more to himself than his audience. The boy whimpered, and he reached for the bag, and rummaged around. Finally he pulled out an already prepared hypo, loaded with a sedative. He swabbed the boy's good arm, and pressed the needle home. The natives moved forward when they saw the needle, and some of them began to mutter. But the boy quickly dropped off into an untroubled sleep, and they settled down. The Earthman took hold of the broken arm, and marvelled at the frailty of it. The bones had to hold a lighter weight than those of Earthmen, and thus were correspondingly weaker. He felt that he could snap one of them with his hands. He straightened the arm out, as gently as he could, and then pulled. The broken ends slid together with a satisfying pop, and he quickly bound them with a splint from his bag. He wrapped the bandage tight, and tied it. Then he arose, picking up his bag. "He should be alright now," he said. "I'll stop by in the morning, when he's awake, and give him a going-over." "His arm," said Bila. "It is ... fixed?" "Yes. He's young, and he should heal fast. Three weeks from now he'll be out with the other children, playing games and just as active as ever." "We thank you, starman," said Bila. "We have not the words to say just how happy we are that you have helped us." "It's nothing," said Dillon, embarrassed by the show of gratitude. "All Earthmen would do the same." "Ah, your magic must be even greater than that of the priests. It is most unfortunate that the village priest was away. But the Gods have smiled on us, by sending you instead." "He'll be back soon, I hope?" said Dillon. "The priest, I mean." "Alas, not for at least thirty days, and perhaps more. He knew not where his pilgrimage would lead him." "But if you have more troubles like this?" "Our misfortunes," said Bila, his face downcast. "If the Gods see fit to abandon us to the miseries of the world, what can mere men say? If some must die, than they shall surely die." "No!" He regretted the word the moment it was out, but it was too late to recall it. The milk was spilt, and crying would be foolish at this point. "No. If you have troubles, come to me. I will do what I can, although I am not sure that it will be much." "Ten million thanks, starman!" His eyes glistened with joy. "Our people shall be eternally grateful." "You'd better save your thanks, until you're sure that I can help you. But right now, I'd appreciate a guide back to the post, and a lamp, so I don't fall anymore." "Of course. It shall be done immediately." He motioned for one of the men in the hut, who came with a lamp. Bila held the hangings aside, and the two passed outside into the blackness again. The trip back to the trader's shack passed without mishap and Dillon went to sleep quite pleased. * * * * *