"If I knew how to run that ka-dodie in the Lancaster we'd head for Sol—if I knew where Sol was."
"And how about Howard?"
"I don't know about Clevis," he told her. "The thing to do would be to hike it home as fast as we could and spill our tale to the people who'd know what to do. Let's face it, Norma. They can mingle with Terrans because they can speak our language. But I couldn't mingle with them to locate Howard. I'd be picked up in a minute."
"So how do we get back?"
"Why do you think they brought the Lancaster?"
"Probably to fit her out as a bona-fide hellflower runner."
"Okay, then, we'll hide out in my cubby until they run her back."
"You hide out," said Norma. "If they find me missing from here they'll know that something smells."
Farradyne chuckled. "They're as arrogant as the Gods of Olympus. Part of their gang is still expecting me to turn up near Terra on an escape course, and the only smart thing I've done in this game is to be where they didn't dream I'd be. So we'll be where they don't expect us, and maybe we'll get away with it. Come on, let's hide out."