"Hello," called the man inside.
"Hello," said Lantry, wearily.
"Why are you walking?" asked the man.
"I'm going to Science Port."
"Why don't you ride?"
"I like to walk."
"Nobody likes to walk. Are you sick? May I give you a ride?"
"Thanks, but I like to walk."
The man hesitated, then closed the beetle door. "Good night."
When the beetle was gone over the hill, Lantry retreated into a nearby forest. A world full of bungling helping people. By God, you couldn't even walk without being accused of sickness. That meant only one thing. He must not walk any longer, he had to ride. He should have accepted that fellow's offer.