An hour or two must have passed as I sat there engrossed. Turber had been talking steadily to Nanette.
I heard him say:
"We are entering now the last million years before the Time of Christ."
1,000,000 B.C.! Out of the thousand such intervals, only one was left!
There had been no attempt by Turber to stop our flight in any of these centuries. I wondered why he had made this trip.
He had said to Nanette: "I have really done this to show it to you." But I doubted that. He had told me, with a grin, that he might stop for an ivory tusk of some prehistoric monster. But I did not believe it; especially since he had made no effort to stop.
I got the answer now; his real reason. The fellow Jonas came into the control room. He stood by Turber. They talked for a moment, softly, but I could hear them.
"You think, Jonas, that we have shaken off that cursed Time-vision?"
"Yes, I think so."