“What’s the difference?” the doctor grunted. “Want to go back?”
“Well, no——” Ross thought for a moment. “Do we have to go this fast, though?”
“If we want to get there. Crossed a Peepeece radar screen ten miles back; they’ll be chasing us by now.”
“Oh, I see,” Ross said weakly. “Look, Doc, tell me one thing—why do they make this place so hard to get to?”
“Tabu area,” the doctor said shortly. “Not allowed.”
“Why not allowed?”
“Because it’s not allowed. Don’t want people poking through the old records.”
“Why not just put the old records in a safe place—or burn the damn things up?”
“Because they didn’t, that’s why. Shut up! Expect me to tell you why the Peepeece do anything? They don’t know themselves. It isn’t Jonesly to destroy, I guess.”
Ross shut up. He leaned against the window, letting the air rush over his head. They were moving through forest, purplish squatty trees with long, rustling leaves. The sky overhead was crisp and cool looking; it was still early morning. Ross exhaled a long breath. Back on Halsey’s Planet he would be getting up about now, rising out of a soft, warm bed, taking his leisurely time about breakfast, climbing into a comfortable car to make his way to the spaceport where he was safe, respected, and at home.... Damn Haarland!