FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70  
71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   >>   >|  
nd. The gesture was as old as man, its ritualistic meaning lost in antiquity. "No--Marsborn--a neighbor world," Jordan said. "But our customs and Earth's are the same." "You're a long way from home," Kennon said. "No farther than you, Doc." Jordan looked uncomfortable. "But we can compare origins later. Right now, you'd better come into the office. I've run across something peculiar." CHAPTER IX "There are twelve bays to this station," Jordan said. "Under our present setup two are used for breeding and the other ten for maturation. We rotate the youngsters around the bay--a different bay each year until they're age eleven. Then they're sorted according to type and sent out for a year of further specialized training after which they go onto the farms, or to inhouse or export. "Now here's the peculiar part. There's no trouble in Bays One through Nine, but Bay Ten has had all our losses except two that have occurred at the training stations." "That's good news," Kennon said. "Our parasite can't have had time to migrate too far. We have him pinpointed unless--say how many training centers are there?" "Three," Jordan said. "Quarantine them," Kennon replied. "Right now. Nothing goes in or out until we've checked them and completed prophylaxis." Jordan looked at Blalok inquiringly. "He's the boss," Blalok said. "Do as you're told. This is his problem." "Why the quarantine?" Jordan asked. "I want to get any carriers. We can check them with antigen, and then give Trematox." "All that concentration in Bay Ten," Jordan said. "Does it mean something?" "Blalok said that there was a Santosian in your division." "Yeah--Joe Kryla--and come to think of it, he ran Bay Ten!" "That's a help--now let's see what makes that bay different from the others." "Why?" "I'll tell you--but you may not understand," Kennon said. "I'll take a chance." Kennon grinned. "All right, you asked for it. The parasite that's doing the damage is a flatworm, a trematode called Hepatodirus hominis. As I've told Blalok, it's a tricky thing. Like all trematodes it has a three-stage life cycle, but unlike every other fluke, its life cycle is not fixed to definite intermediate hosts. Depending upon where it is, the fluke adapts. It still must pass through its life cycle, but its intermediate host need not be one species of snail, fish, or copepod. Any cold-blooded host will do. What you have here is a Kardonian vari
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70  
71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Jordan

 

Kennon

 
Blalok
 

training

 
peculiar
 

looked

 

parasite

 

intermediate

 

division

 

problem


antigen

 

concentration

 

Trematox

 

Santosian

 

carriers

 

quarantine

 

damage

 

adapts

 

definite

 

Depending


species

 

Kardonian

 

blooded

 

copepod

 
grinned
 
chance
 

inquiringly

 

understand

 

flatworm

 

trematode


trematodes

 

unlike

 

tricky

 

called

 
Hepatodirus
 
hominis
 

migrate

 

station

 

present

 
twelve

ritualistic
 

CHAPTER

 
eleven
 
youngsters
 
rotate
 
breeding
 

maturation

 

office

 

antiquity

 
Marsborn