"Tent?" the man in the sportster repeated. "Your classified ad in Spaceman's didn't say anything about a tent."
"That's Venus on the Half Shell," I said. "Outdoor living. Venus as Venus is to the natives. But it's perfectly safe, sir.
"We have a stockade, as you can see."
"I don't know about any tent or roughing it," the sportsman boomed.
"Well," I said.
"Game running good?" he asked.
"The best," I said. "A blind man could bag the legal limit of roupas and konees and jukets and ferzes in an afternoon."
"Better hope it takes longer'n that, son," the sportsman boomed again. "Didn't come all the way to Venus for an afternoon's walk in the woods."
"Walk in the woods," I said, nudging Harry who had come back staggering under the weight of several suitcases. "Walk in the woods."
"Yes?" the sportsman said.