"Not fast enough. They come like lightning. Whoom!" Jets, thought Price, and began to look for a hole in the forest. Twist said, "And if they don't find us the first time, they'll send the flying-eyes."
"And they can smell metal," Price said. "So we've got to find a place away from any town and not only out of sight from above but also screened from a magnetic detector. Say in a cave, under a rock ledge, or close to some heavy concentration of metal they're already used to. Can you think of any place?"
There was a total silence, and he realized that they were looking at him with cold and bitter eyes.
"How do you know so much?" asked Burr.
"Isn't it obvious?" said Price impatiently.
"Not to us. What's all this about magnetic detectors and screens—and where did you learn it if you're not working for the Citadel?"
Twist laid the muzzle of the revolver casually against his neck.
"I wouldn't shoot me now," said Price, and explained why, very quickly. "Besides, that's a hell of a way to act. Just because I happen to know a little elementary science—how else do you suppose the flying-eyes find metal? By some supernatural method?"
"Hm," said Twist, and withdrew the revolver. "Maybe he's right, Burr. After all, we're hunters. We never studied much into those things." Burr grunted derisively, but he sat still, apparently convinced that there was nothing to be done about Price now. Twist thought hard for a minute. Then he said, "I know a place. There's a kind of a secret cave there, and room enough for you to land, I guess, figuring by what you took before."
He squinted out the window, confused by the differentness of how things looked from above. But finally he picked out a direction and told Price, "There."