"Well, I'm landing," Cliff said. "The airport looks free of any kind of manifestations."
"That's a good word," Abe said. "Manifestations. Like, I'll have to remember that one. Man's been to school and all that jazz."
Cliff grinned at him. "Where'd you like to get socked, beatnik?"
"About two feet above my head," Abe said earnestly.
The aircraft had hardly come to a halt before Homer Crawford clipped out, "All right, boys, time's a wasting. Bey, you and Kenny get over to those administration buildings and scare us up some transportation. Use no more pressure than you have to. Abe, you and Elmer start getting our equipment out of the luggage—"
Jake Armstrong said suddenly, "Look here, Homer, do you need any help?"
Crawford looked at him questioningly.
Jake said, "Isobel, Cliff, what do you think?"
Isobel said quickly, "I'm game. I don't know what they'll say back at AFAA headquarters, though. Our co-operating with a Sahara Development Project team."