"Smart feller!" he said. "Time-travel, huh? Alluz thought it could be made to work. Mighta tried it myself if it hadn't been I was so durn busy on them turnips—"
"It was an accidental discovery, sir. I chanced upon it several months ago while inventing a new type of uranium speech condenser. It turned out to be a time-speech trap."[4]
"Nevertheless," insisted Hank, "you done a good job. Findin' a way to transport your body across time. An' pickin' me up outa 1940, bringin' me here. Like to talk to you about that later. But right now—" He frowned severely. "You say them instruments o' your'n won't work?"
"No, sir."
"Not a-tall?"
Biggs swallowed with difficulty.
"The truth is, Mr. Cleaver—"
"Hank's good enough."
"Well, Hank, the truth is—the instruments do work! But they work so dad-blamed funny—"