"I didn't mean to pry. It just didn't seem to be something you could do. Do you think we could spare some air, Mr. Secretary?"
"I'll have to ask the science boys about that one," Frank Fogarty said. "Meanwhile it's okay with Australia on the desert. But your Gizl friends have to agree to relocate the aborigines from that tract, and they must take every last rabbit or it's no deal."
"Agreed," the Master said with a smile. "But please ask their stockmen to hold their fire. My friends only look like kangaroos."
As Don and the Master were making arrangements for Superior to touch down so its people could be transferred to Earth, a blaze of light stabbed down from the sky. Through the window they saw the vertiplane settling slowly to the campus.
"It sure beats a blimp," Senator Thebold said in admiration.
Professor Garet got up to look. "It's the press," he said to his wife. "You might as well invite them in. I hope we have enough tea."
The vertiplane's door opened and the first wave of reporters spilled out.