_You've heard, I'm sure, about the two Martians who went into
a bar, saw a jukebox flashing and glittering, and said to it,
"What's a nice girl like you doing in a joint like this?"
Well, here's one about two Capellans and a slot-machine...._
Toryl pointed the small crypterpreter toward the wooden,
horseshoe-shaped sign. The sign's legend was carved in bright yellow
letters. Sartan, Toryl's companion, watched up and down the open highway
for signs of life. In seconds the small cylindrical mechanism completed
the translation.
The sign said: