"What happens if I don't wire this control for you? I mean, what
happens to _me_?"
"Then I turn you over to Reinhart. Reinhart will kill you instantly.
He thinks you're dead, killed when the Albertine Range was
annihilated. If he had any idea I had saved you--"
"I see."
"I brought you down here for one thing. If you wire it up I'll have
you sent back to your own time continuum. If you don't--"
Cole considered, his face dark and brooding.
"What do you have to lose? You'd already be dead, if we hadn't pulled
you out of those hills."
"Can you really return me to my own time?"
"Of course!"
"Reinhart won't interfere?"
Sherikov laughed. "What can he do? How can he stop me? I have my own
men. You saw them. They landed all around you. You'll be returned."
"Yes. I saw your men."
"Then you agree?"
"I agree," Thomas Cole said. "I'll wire it for you. I'll complete the
control turret--within the next five days."