"Ralph!"
The jocular voice of Jack Grant broke in: "I'm taking off in the battle buggy now."
"And then again it may not," said Lindsay harshly.
"I'm not a machine, Ralph. I'm a woman."
"So was Circe!"
"Is that what you think of me?"
The loudspeaker chattered: "This is no road for a human being, folks. They paved it with rubble, I think. My tools are rattling around like mad. If any agency is using anything for detection, they're listening to the rattle of machinery in this battle buggy."
Jenna and Ralph faced the radio panel and both hated it for its flat tones. But they could not turn it off.
"He'll go like Roberts, like Harris," snarled Lindsay. "Like—Lacy."
"No!"