 What was Lewis doing when he was captured by Thig?
His task now was to bring a native, intact if possible, back to the carefully buried space cruiser where his two fellows and himself would drain the creature's mentality of all its knowledge. "For the good of the Horde," Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted Terry's body and headed for the laboratory. An hour later, his scars and altered cartilage already healed and painless, Thig again scraped sand over the entrance to the space ship and set out along the moonlit beach toward the nearest path running inland to his home. Men had no mates on Ortha, sex had been overthrown with all the other primitive impulses of barbarism; so he was incapable of understanding the emotions that swept through his acquired memory.
 Going fishing
 Going swimming  Going fishing  Trying to type on his typewriter  Finalizing a novelet