“Hey! Where are you going?”
“Down there. I’m going to ask my father. I suppose you’ll believe it if he tells you. I suppose you’ll believe a Professor of Astronomy knows what—”
He had scrambled upright.
Red said, “Hey. You don’t want them to see us. We’re not supposed to be here. Do you want them to start asking questions and find out about our animals?”
“I don’t care. You said I was crazy.”
“Snitcher! You promised you wouldn’t tell.”
“I’m not going to tell. But if they find out themselves, it’s your fault, for starting an argument and saying I was crazy.”
“I take it back, then,” grumbled Red.
“Well, all right. You better.”
In a way, Slim was disappointed. He wanted to see the space-ship at closer quarters. Still, he could not break his vow of secrecy even in spirit without at least the excuse of personal insult.