The guy was gone. He had been standing there so close I could have
touched him, but now he was gone. I looked around quick. Nobody else
seemed to have noticed. All eyes were on the TV screen.
Then I saw it. On the floor. Two wet marks--right where the guy should
have been, where he _was_. Two wet marks that had a funny shape to
them--web-like.
I felt my throat tighten at the thought. I shook my head. What was
going through it was fantastic, impossible and downright lunacy. There
was an intelligent life-form on Mars--beings that looked like frogs
and could teleport. Could they also mimic human shape temporarily?
Especially if they got hold of one for a model--say a missing
crewman....
"Hey! Where are you going? Don't you want to see the Marscast?"
I was walking to the door. I looked back at the barkeep. "I've seen
enough, Larry, I got things to do."