“Huh. Now I know you’re making it up. Books from Beforethewars!”
“My father has to have them. He teaches at the University. It’s his job.”
His voice had risen and Red had to pull at him. “You want them to hear us?” he whispered indignantly.
“Well, it is, too, a space-ship.”
“Look here, Slim, you mean that’s a ship from another world.”
“It’s got to be. Look at my father going round and round it. He wouldn’t be so interested if it was anything else.”
“Other worlds! Where are there other worlds?”
“Everywhere. How about the planets? They’re worlds just like ours, some of them. And other stars probably have planets. There’s probably zillions of planets.”
Red felt outweighed and outnumbered. He muttered, “You’re crazy!”
“All right, then. I’ll show you.”