"I broke into my piggy bank," I growled. "It's every cent I had in the
world."
"Well, we're all in the same boat. He made bets with all the boys.
If we go back, we lose. As long as we stay here we make five credits
a month, plus expenses.--And, besides, all of us are just conceited
enough to think we can figure out eventually how to get one of the
things home."
"Now we're getting to the point," I told him. "What's so hard about
catching a zloor?"
He began to grin again. "Nothing," he said. "And that's all I'll tell
you now. Go out and find the gruesome details yourself."
I went over to the wash basin and filled the bowl and dipped my head
into the water. I didn't say anything else to him until I'd dried
myself and climbed into my clothes.
"All right," I said then. "Where do I go to see about getting equipment
and men for an expedition to the zloor country?"
He laughed. "All you need in the way of equipment is your feet, that
is, besides a plastic oxygen mask when you leave the dome." He pointed
out the window. "Just head for the nearest rocky area, there's lots
of it; you won't have any trouble finding a zloor. In fact, they're
numerous--no natural enemies."