Staggering to his feet, Comstock felt Grundy's arm go around his shoulders. Grundy half carried, half pushed him into the carriage.
"But ... we can't go in this!" Comstock gasped. "You know the penalty for even going near an R.A.'s carriage!"
A final push shoved Comstock onto the seat. Grabbing the wicked metal electro-whip, Grundy forced the recalcitrant astrobats into what those crotchety animals considered a gallop.
"The first person who sees us will call for help! We're not even dressed like R.A.'s!" Comstock said.
Grundy was kind. He said patiently, "Our halos will protect us."
Looking at Grundy's head, Comstock half expected to see the silvery sheen of the mark of an R.A. But there was no sign of one.
"Are you insane? We have no halos. Only the R.A. has them."
Whipping the team expertly, Grundy said, and his words were a sigh, "You have much to learn, Comstock. There are no halos except in the eye of the beholder."
"What does that mean?"