Lyllin said, "Isn't it possible your man is waiting in Orville, that village--and doesn't know you're here?" "It could be, I suppose." Kirk grasped at the straw. "I'll go down to the village. If he's there, he'll see me. Mind waiting--just in case someone does come here?" She said she didn't mind. But he took the compact shocker from his coat-pocket and left it for her before he went out. Kirk drove rapidly down the lonely, dark road to the village. But the little town looked dark and lonely too, when he got there. The shops were almost all closed. He saw only a few people. It was very quiet. In the shadows of the square, the old iron soldier stood stiffly. The lights of a tavern caught Kirk's eye, and he went toward it. It seemed about the only place where his man might be, and he needed a drink anyway. He shouldered in, and instantly a small buzz of talk fell silent. Kirk went to the bar, and the men at the farther end of it followed him with their eyes. The tavern-keeper, a bustling, skinny man, hurried up and tried to act as though a deep-space naval Commander was no unusual visitor at all. "Yes, sir, what'll it be?" Kirk's eyes searched the rack of unfamiliar bottles. He shook his head. "You pick it. Something strong and short." "Yes, sir, some fine old whisky right here." Whisky--well, he'd heard of that. He drank it, and didn't like it. He let his eyes rest on the other man. Could one of them be Ferdias' agent? He didn't think so. Most of these men looked like farmers or mechanics, hearty-looking, sunburned men, the younger ones tall and gangling. One was a very old man with a straggling beard who shamelessly stared at Kirk with bright, beady eyes. They weren't unfriendly, but they were aloof. Kirk had an idea he'd get little out of this insular bunch. He might as well go--none of these could be Ferdias' man. But as he set his glass down, the bearded old man limped forward, peering bright-eyed and inquisitive at him. "You're the fellow who was asking directions to the old Kirk place today," he said, almost accusingly. Kirk nodded. "That's right." * * * * * The old Earthman was obviously waiting for an explanation. It occurred to Kirk that he'd better give one, if he didn't want this whole countryside wondering audibly why a starman had come here. He said, "Kirk's my name. My great-great something grandfather, a long time ago, came from here. I'm just looking up the old place, that's all." He turned to go then, feeling that he was wasting time here. But one of the middle-aged Earthmen came forward to him with hand outstretched. "Why, if your folks came from here, that makes you sort of an Orville boy, doesn't it? What do you know about that! Vinson's my name, Captain." "Commander," Kirk corrected, as he shook hands. "Glad to know you. I guess I'll be on my way." "Say, now, not without me buying you a drink," boomed Vinson. "Not every day one of our own boys comes back from way out there."