The driver grunted angrily and was silent while he drove. Finally he asked, "What makes you think that?"
"Call it a hunch. You don't act very much like a sandcar driver for one thing. Of course your army may be all generals and no privates—but I doubt it. I also know that time has almost run out for all of us. This is a long ride and it would be a complete waste of time if you just sat out in the desert and waited for me. By driving me yourself you could make your mind up before we arrived. Have a decision ready whether you are going to help me or not. Are you?"
"Yes—I'm Hys. But you still haven't answered my question. What do you want the body for?"
"We're going to cut it open and take a good long look. I don't think the magter are human. They are something living among men and disguised as men—but still not human."
"Secret aliens?" Hys exploded the words in a mixture of surprise and disgust.
"Perhaps. The examination will tell us that."
"You're either stupid or incompetent," Hys said bitterly. "The heat of Dis has cooked your brains in your head. I'll be no part of this kind of absurd plan."