He added several other things, compared to which telling Carson to go to hell was the height of courtesy. He went away. Carson went a little pale. It occurred to him that this colonist was a close neighbor of Lon Simpson. Maybe Lon had gotten tired of converting _dhil_ weed and shiver leaves into green peas and asparagus, and had gotten to work turning out _thanar_. * * * * * Carson went to Lon's farm. It was a very bad road, and any four-wheeled vehicle would have shaken itself to pieces on the way. The gyrocar merely jolted Carson severely. The jolting kept him from noticing how hot the weather was. It was really extraordinarily hot, and Carson suffered more because he spent most of his time in an air-conditioned office. But for the same reason he did not suspect anything abnormal. When he reached Lon's farm, he noticed that the _thanar_ leaves were growing admirably. For a moment, sweating as he was, he was reminded of tobacco plants growing on Maryland hillsides. The heat and the bluish-green color of the plants seemed very familiar. But then a cateagle ran hastily up a tree, out on a branch, and launched its crimson furry self into midair. That broke the spell of supposedly familiar things. Carson turned his gyrocar in at Lon Simpson's house. There were half a dozen other colonists around. Two of them drove up with farm trucks loaded with mixed foliage. They had pulled up, cut off and dragged down just about anything that grew, and loaded their truck with it. Two other colonists were loading another cart with _thanar_ leaves, neatly bundled and ready for the warehouse. They regarded Carson with pleased eyes. Carson spoke severely to Cathy. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on duty at the beamphone exchange! You can be discharged--" Lon Simpson said negligently, "I'm paying her passage. By law, anybody can pay the passage of any woman if she intends to marry him, and then her contract with the company is ended. They had rules like that in ancient days--only they used to pay in tobacco instead of _thanar_ leaves." Carson gulped. "But how will you pay her fare?" He asked sternly. "You're in debt to the Company yourself." Lon Simpson jerked his thumb toward his barn. Carson turned and looked. It was a nice-looking barn. The aluminum siding set it off against a backing of shiver trees, _dhil_ and giant _sketit_ growth. Carson's eyes bugged out. Lon's barn was packed so tightly with _thanar_ leaves that they bulged out the doors. "I need to turn some of that stuff in, anyhow," said Lon pleasantly. "I haven't got storage space for it. By law you have to buy it at five credits a kilo. I wish you'd send out and get some. I'd like to build up some credit. Think I'll take a trip back to Earth." At this moment, there was a very peculiar wave of heat. It was not violent, but the temperature went up about four degrees--suddenly, as if somebody had turned on a room heater.