Kingsley ruffled at him. "We'll do it," he thundered.
He wheeled on the Engineer. "Do you know what kind of energy would exist within the inter-space?" he asked.
"No," said the Engineer, "I cannot tell you that. Perhaps the Hellhounds.
But that's impossible.”
"Is there any other place?" asked Gary in a voice cold as steel. "Anyone else who could tell us?”
"Yes," said the Engineer. "There is one other race. I think that they might tell you. But not yet. Not yet. It is too dangerous.”
"We don't care," said Herb. "We humans eat up danger.”
"Let us try it," said Gary. "Just a couple of us. If something happened, the others would be left to carry on…”
"No," said the Engineer, and there was a terrible finality in the single thought.
"Why can't we go out ourselves and find out?" asked Herb. "We could make a little universe just for ourselves. Float right out into this fifth-dimension space and study the energy that we find.”