Then I made him turn around. He saw what was there and what was there was not and had never been Ginger. He sobbed once and I led him back to the stockade.
"But I don't get it," he said later. I had given him three stiff drinks and they had helped some, but only a little. Harry needed time to think and time to forget. "What happened to the Stevensons? To Ginger?"
"There weren't any Stevensons. No Ginger. Don't you remember they came right after we heard the Wompan make like a swamp-buggy?"
"Yeah—"
"And when we got back there was no spaceship in the stockade, right?"
"Yeah—"
"It was the Wompan all along. There never was a Mr. Stevenson or his daughter."
"Yeah, but—"
"You're thinking the Wompan needs a model?"