"Ain't I enough for you?"
"You're enough for ten men. I'm thinking of establishing polyandry here, just for your sake. But—Well, hello." Miss Tweedham came through the door. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm alive, I guess." Her face was pale but composed, her walk was steady. "That awful thing." A shudder passed across her face. "How did it get back there in the chair without us seeing it coming?"
"Elogarsn, the Martians call such trips. Humans know it as telportation."
"But what is it?"
"You've got a word for it, what more do you want?"
"Nothing, I guess." She looked from Big Marie to Sanderson. "There was some talk about taking a woman. Were you talking about me?"
"What do you think?"
"I think I may have something to say about it."
"Then say it." Sanderson waited for the woman to speak. She looked confused, but did not answer.