CHAPTER X
PLANNING THE ESCAPE
We finished the meal. Turber rose. "Come into the control room. We can see better from there."
There was only Bluntnose in the control room. He sat at his instruments and dials. His face was inscrutable as he looked up and saw Nanette and me.
"We will sit here," said Turber. "Here, Nanette—by me."
He pushed me away with silent vehemence. I sat down by a window. The door to the corridor which ran the length of the aero was behind me. I saw the woman Josefa out there; she was staring after us, but in a moment she moved away.
Turber spoke to his Indian. "You have been pausing, Bluntnose?"
"Yes." The Indian spoke with a low guttural intonation. "Yes. Saw nothing where could stop."
"No," said Turber. "Well, we'll go forward now." He turned to me. "We had hoped, along here in these primitive ages there might be some great reptile lying dead. One with tusks." He grinned. "In civilized times, ivory is very valuable."