"Earth. The original world--"
Incomprehension flooded her even features. But her confusion was only
temporary. "Let's play."
It seemed like an altogether acceptable suggestion, Cassidy thought,
eying the attractive girl. But he went on, "This is our ship and--"
"Ship?" Then she chased away her puzzlement with a sudden smile. "Some
nice games I know."
There was no space technology on this planet, Cassidy decided. They'd
be strictly on their own as far as repairing the directional stabilizer
was concerned.
By this time Papa, his eyes focused afar, had exploded again.
"Charge!" he roared. "After him! Wa-hoo! Away don't let him get!" He
was gripping the fence and straining toward the field.
Cassidy turned and saw, in the distance, a skimmer vehicle floating
along several feet off the ground. In full pursuit was a shouting youth
who paused occasionally to seize a rock and hurl it at the craft.
The old man turned toward his daughter. "A good chase that be. Bet he
wins."
"Not a chance." The girl frowned. "That be Nedal. Not so swift is he.
Loses interest too quick, he does."