"When this hits the papers it'll be the end of the road for you freaks," Towne snarled. "You can't stop it now—"
"We'll see," said Faircloth. "Now shut up and get moving."
They left the cane in the room. Paul helped Marino load him aboard the jet scooter. "Take him up to Eagle Rock. Keep him there. Dismantle the engine, if you have to, to keep him there. I'll be there in a few hours."
Marino nodded. "Should I report to Roberts?"
"Don't bother. Roberts would have a stroke. I brought Towne over here on a dummy visiphone film of Roberts, which will put him in enough hot water as it is."
"And where are you going?"
"I'm taking a plane west. I've got a visit to make. I've got to see a man about a dog."
VIII
The farmer blinked across the table at him, red eyed and fearful. "I don't know what you want," he was saying. His voice was high and querulous. "I didn't ask no trouble of the Federal Men. They asked me all them questions, and I told them—"