Mentally I agreed: #Take 'em for all they're worth, Farrow!# And then I reached for one, too. Along the side of the van were benches. I sat down, stretched out on my back and let the smoke trickle up. I finished my cigarette and then found that the excitement of this chase, having died so abruptly, left me with only a desire to catch up on sleep.
I dozed off thinking that it wasn't everybody who started off to go to Homestead, Texas, and ended up in Marion, Indiana.
Scholar Phelps did not have the green carpet out for our arrival, but he was present when our mobile prison cell opened deep inside of the Medical Center grounds. So was Thorndyke. Thorndyke and three nurses of Amazon build escorted Farrow off with the air of captors collecting a traitor.
Phelps smiled superciliously at me and said, "Well, young sir, you've given us quite a chase."
"Give me another chance and we'll have another chase," I told him grumpily.
"Not if we can help it," he boomed cheerfully. "We've big plans for you."
"Have I got a vote? It's 'Nay!' if I do."
"You're too precipitous," he told me. "It is always an error, Mr. Cornell, to be opinionated. Have an open mind."
"To what?"