Cassidy looked up. "Guess it's something that grows on you. Well, what do we do now?"
"Maybe the natives can help us."
"If they don't even know where they're from, they probably left their volts and amps behind too. But that's only an assumption."
"In that case," Mason said with a sigh, "there's only one thing left to do—take Riva up on her invitation to, ah, play."
"Funny," Cassidy grunted, heading for the hatch.
"I was only joking."
"I'm not. If we can get in that house, we'll know for sure whether or not they've developed electronic devices."
Halfway across the field, they were almost run down by the laughing girl and her retinue of galloping suitors, if that's what they were. She was a well-proportioned blonde whose wind-frothed tresses suggested a nymph in flight.
At the fence, they were confronted by Riva, who smiled up at Cassidy and said, "You I was just going to come and get. Ready to play yet you are?"
He looked away and cleared his throat. "Not quite, Riva. We'd like to visit your house."