"Why don't you ask them?"
Ross smiled thinly, an expression far removed and years older than his bashful boy's grin of the shy act. "A wise guy doesn't spill his ignorance. He uses his eyes and ears and keeps his trap shut——"
"And goes off half cocked as a result...." the major added. "I don't think you would have enjoyed the company of Kurt's paymaster."
"I didn't know about him then—not when I left here."
"Yes, and when you discovered the truth, you took steps. Why?" For the first time there was a trace of feeling in the major's voice.
"Because I don't like the line-up on his side of the fence."'
"That single fact has saved your neck this time, Murdock. Step out of line once more, and nothing will help you. But just so we won't have to worry about that, suppose you ask a few of those questions."
"How much of what Kurt fed me is the truth?" Ross blurted out. "I mean all that stuff about shooting back in time."
"All of it." The major said it so quietly that it carried complete conviction.
"But why—how—?"