"He'll die, of course." She spoke these words almost indifferently, then wept copiously as she added, "But I'll live on with nothing to do!" "Then why didn't someone stop them?" He gestured angrily at the handsome young males wandering through the park. "All these men--why don't they rescue Paul?" This suggestion so shocked Miss Terry that she stopped weeping. "That's impossible! There'd be violence. Someone might get killed!" "They think of _that_ with a boy's life at stake?" Staghorn felt his rage rising. He was an irascible man by nature and had controlled himself so far only because he knew he was part of an illusion. The sense of illusion was fading rapidly, however. The guiding principles of morals and ethics were themselves abstractions and therefore operated just as powerfully in an abstract universe. He grasped Miss Terry by the arm. "I'll go after him myself. Where do I find him?" "You can't find him! If you follow they'll capture you too!" "I'll chance that! Where have they gone?" "I can't tell you! They might punish me!" Staghorn shook her heartily, ignoring the fact that she was over fifty. "Tell me! It so happens that besides Paul, they've captured Dr. Clarence Peccary, and I'm responsible for his life!" At this statement Miss Terry let out a cry of horror. "They've caught Dr. Peccary? No! No!" "They most certainly have. So hurry up and tell me--" "We'll all die!" wailed Miss Terry. "We'll all die!" "In that case it can't hurt you to tell me." "The mountains!" cried Miss Terry. "High Canyon!" It was with great difficulty that Staghorn forced directions from her. The news of Peccary's capture had unsettled her entirely. But despite the roughness with which he was forced to use her, no one came to her rescue. Several young men and women gathered at a safe distance to watch, but they did nothing to interfere. * * * * * Staghorn finally elicited the information that High Canyon was several miles north of town and could be reached by following a dirt road. To his inquiry as to where he could rent a car, Miss Terry went blank again. There were no cars. They had been abolished before Miss Terry was born. She thought there might be one in the museum. Staghorn glanced at his watch. He'd already been in the transmitter thirty minutes. He had only two and a half hours to get to High Canyon, rescue Dr. Peccary and Paul and return to the square. He dared not cut it too fine. He'd have to be back with a few minutes to spare. So, after learning the location of the museum, he took off at a run.