"How about this one?" asked Logy.
"He ain't going to yodel. Better grab him and that pile of gewgaws. The rest of the lads'll be here too soon."
"Rest?"
"Sure. The whole universe is filled wit' detectors ever since Ellswort' made the first one."
"Git up, dope," snapped Jake, motioning to the door with his beam.
Blair walked to the door with rubber joints in his knees. Logy lifted the equipment from the table and followed Jake. "He ain't made no notebook," complained Jake.
"He had some plans," said Logy, "but the fool set the stuff on 'em and they're all chewed up. He can make 'em over."
"O.K. Git goin', Loke."
Blair could not have protested against the pair unarmed. With two needle beams trained on his back, he was helpless. He went as they directed, and found that his helplessness could be increased. They forced him into a spacecraft that was parked on the roof.
The autopilot was set, and the spacecraft headed across the sky, not into space, but making a high trajectory over Terra itself. Once into the black of the superstratosphere, they turned their attention back to Cal.