Ellik clapped me on the shoulder. "Of course it doesn't."
But his grip was too strong.
"Johnny," Ellik said gravely, "do you think you could carry me?"
"Wait a minute. You want me to act like one of those slobs? That's asking a lot."
"But could you?"
"Not all the way to those buildings. What was the gravity reading, Lee?"
Chon closed his eyes a second. "Point nine seven three."
"There!" I said. "I couldn't tote you three or four miles piggy-back."
"Look," Chon said, "we can strip down a magnetic flyer and you can ride the seat, Mike. Johnny can pretend to carry you, like on a platter. It'll impress the yokels with the strength of our flunkies."