They rode in silence for half a mile or so. Finally Marden glanced questioningly at his companion's expressionless profile.
"Where are you headed for?" he asked.
"Dentonville." He spoke from the corner of his mouth, without turning his head.
"Oh, yes. That's the next town, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
Not very communicative, reflected Marden, noticing the rather ragged condition of the other's celo-lex clothing.
"Have much trouble getting rides?"
The passenger turned his head, his blue eyes without emotion.
"Yeah. Most guys are leery about pickin' up hitch-hikers. Scared they'll get robbed."
Marden pursed his lips, nodded.