"I have an idea," he said.
"To get out?" asked the woman.
"No, ma'am. I think I know where we are."
"Where?" asked everyone, except the big man, Summersby, who was sitting on the tire looking away from them.
"In a lab! This is a laboratory, and those big things are some kind of scientists!"
"You could be right," said Watkins reluctantly. "My God, what a spot, if you're right!"
"Sure. That's why we were snatched off the coaster, however it happened. They wanted to experiment on us, and study us. They got this lab someplace where it's secret, and they make tests—"
"There was a contrivance like a milking machine," said Full.
"You don't know what it's used for," said Adam darkly. He imagined it might be an especially nasty way of picking over a man's brains or body. "Look, it all fits. That stool, that's a funny way to punish a person, but all their stuff is a little cockeyed."
"By our standards," added Watkins.