"Now we're getting to the point," I told him. "What's so hard about catching a zloor?"
He began to grin again. "Nothing," he said. "And that's all I'll tell you now. Go out and find the gruesome details yourself."
I went over to the wash basin and filled the bowl and dipped my head into the water. I didn't say anything else to him until I'd dried myself and climbed into my clothes.
"All right," I said then. "Where do I go to see about getting equipment and men for an expedition to the zloor country?"
He laughed. "All you need in the way of equipment is your feet, that is, besides a plastic oxygen mask when you leave the dome." He pointed out the window. "Just head for the nearest rocky area, there's lots of it; you won't have any trouble finding a zloor. In fact, they're numerous—no natural enemies."
I scowled at him. "What keeps them down then?"
"Insufficient forage, I guess. You'll see."
I picked up my .22 Hornet rifle and started for the door. "No time like the present to—" I began to say.
Mike was still grinning in the irritating manner he'd been displaying ever since the night before. "You won't need that gun," he told me.
"I'll just take it along anyway," I snapped.