Then Red turned fiercely upon his companion. "Look here, what's the idea of telling my Dad we were feeding animals?"
Slim said, "I didn't. I asked what you feed animals. That's not the same as saying we were doing it. Besides, it's something else, Red."
But Red had not used up his grievances. "And where did you go anyway? I thought you were coming to the house. They acted like it was my fault you weren't there."
"But I'm trying to tell you about that, if you'd only shut up a second and let me talk. You don't give a fellow a chance."
"Well, go on and tell me if you've got so much to say."
"I'm trying to. I went back to the space-ship. The folks weren't there anymore and I wanted to see what it was like."
"It isn't a space-ship," said Red, sullenly. He had nothing to lose.
"It is, too. I looked inside. You could look through the ports and I looked inside and they were dead." He looked sick. "They were dead."
"Who were dead."
Slim screeched, "Animals! like our animals! Only they aren't animals. They're people-things from other planets."