The shaman signaled his small company, and they dismounted. Travis was heartened by this sign that Menlik was willing to talk. The Apache made a similar gesture, and Jil-Lee and Buck, their own weapons well in sight, came out to back him. Travis knew that the Tatar had no way of knowing that the three were alone; he well might have believed an unseen troop of Apaches were near-by and so armed. "You would talk--then talk!" Menlik ordered. This time Travis outlined events with an absence of word embroidery. "Kaydessa leads the Reds into a trap we have set beyond the peaks--four of them ride with her. How many now remain in the ship near the settlement?" "There are at least two in the flyer, perhaps eight more in the ship. But there is no getting at them in there." "No?" Travis laughed softly, shifted the weapon on his arm. "Do you not think that this will crack the shell of that nut so that we can get at the meat?" Menlik's eyes flickered to the left, to the tree which was no longer a tree but a thin deposit of ash on seared ground. "They can control us with the caller as they did before. If we go up against them, then we are once more gathered into their net--before we reach their ship." "That is true for you of the Horde; it does not affect the People," Travis returned. "And suppose we burn out their machines? Then will you not be free?" "To burn up a tree? Lightning from the skies can do that." "Can lightning," Buck asked softly, "also make rock as sand of the river?" Menlik's eyes turned to the second example of the alien weapon's power. "Give us proof that this will act against their machines!" "What proof, Shaman?" asked Jil-Lee. "Shall we burn down a mountain that you may believe? This is now a matter of time." Travis had a sudden inspiration. "You say that the 'copter is out. Suppose we use that as a target?" "That--that can sweep the flyer from the sky?" Menlik's disbelief was open. Travis wondered if he had gone too far. But they needed to rid themselves of that spying flyer before they dared to move out into the plain. And to use the destruction of the helicopter as an example, would be the best proof he could give of the invincibility of the new Apache arms. "Under the right conditions," he replied stoutly, "yes." "And those conditions?" Menlik demanded. "That it must be brought within range. Say, below the level of a neighboring peak where a man may lie in wait to fire." Silent Apaches faced silent Mongols, and Travis had a chance to taste what might be defeat. But the helicopter must be taken before they advanced toward the ship and the settlement. "And, maker of traps, how do you intend to bait this one?" Menlik's question was an open challenge. "You know these Reds better than we," Travis counterattacked. "How would you bait it, Son of the Blue Wolf?"