For an instant she colored and then went a trifle pale. "And what of Naia of Aphur, think you, when Jason dares this danger, my friend?"
"It is a matter of knowledge," Croft said quickly, thrilled by her hinted meaning. "I have driven them before."
"On earth?" Naia's pupils widened swiftly, making almost black pools of her eyes.
"Yes, on earth, where they use them also in the battles of their wars."
"Hai!" cried Naia sharply, with a quiver of her finely chiseled nostrils as she caught the picture his words conveyed. "To rise and wheel and fight—to struggle like great birds in the air. This earth of which you speak must be a wonderful place."
"Yes," said Croft, as he went on and told her many things, describing among others the aviator's dress.
"And what will Jason wear on Palos?" she asked.
Croft laughed. "I had not given it any attention. I must consider the matter. Perhaps a garment fashioned out of gnuppa hide."
Naia nodded. Suddenly her scarlet lips were smiling. "In my mind I see as in a painting these leather-clad men of earth. Leave the matter of your apparel to Naia, and you will, O Jason," she replied.
And Croft assented, filled with both pleasure and surprise.