"Home," the big space-dog said.
"Oh. But aren't you going to arrest us, or something?" Lanya made her eyes big and round to show her apprehension.
"Well, ordinarily I would. But I think you two have had enough for the time being. You look fairly intelligent to me. Do you think you've learned anything from this crazy expedition?"
"Identification, communication and gravity plates," Virgil muttered.
"Oh, yes!" Lanya cried quickly. "We'll never do it again. Absolutely never!" She gave an inward sigh of relief as she saw that the man hadn't heard Virgil's careless remark.
Outside the quartz viewport the flat plane of red Martian desert was growing swiftly larger.
"Why did you do it? Why?" Klee demanded tearfully.
They were seated about the dead and silent telescreen. It was a crucial moment. They could not abandon their principles now.
"We were going to Earth," Virgil said obstinately, "because you always break your promise to take us!" He looked extremely self-righteous as he spoke his feelings at last.