He shrugged. "They can't run quite as fast as a common Terran hare, and
I understand they're quite gentle."
"Then why haven't they been captured?"
"Among other things, Napoleon," he rolled my name over his tongue as
though he got a big laugh from it, "there have been only a few hundred
persons in all that have gone to Mars. Few of them, to my knowledge,
have been interested in the life forms there. The expense of freight
in space is much too high for Terran zoos to transport Martian life
forms--particularly alive--considering the cost of duplicating in the
space craft the living conditions necessary to--"
"All right," I snapped, "just a minute." I picked up the viso-phone
and dialed rapidly. In seconds, Jerry Mason's friendly pan lit up the
screen.
"Listen, Jerry," I said, "Have you ever heard of a Martian zloor?"