" Very well. No more than four hours rest here, long-nose. I do not like the delay." The strange, short man trailed off, and seemed, like McAllister, ...o be considering the source of the sense of urgency.Late in the second day, Sable bespoke McAllister. "McAllister, there is something in a saddlebag that is pinching me."McAllister looked down at the saddlebags. Sable had reduced most of the things within in size, where there were many of the things they gathered in the City of the Light, the. The forecast said..." You're an old woman. Look at the sun out there, it's like the Costa del Sol. Take it off!" I don't think..." Off! Your face is like a lobster. What are you wearing underneath?" Nothing..."Danielle giggled. "Nothing? Hey, cool, Fluff!" I don't mean nothing. I mean nothing special." That's all right. You can have your T-shirt back and wear that," said Danielle graciously. "Them jeans are a bit icky, but they'll do. I'm gonna wear my shorts. Do you think this is a bit too. His proposed new contract was for me to enter into a, as he said it, a long-term experiment. He said I could continue with my studies, and he would ask the other professors at the college to refer my assignments to me at the Lab. No running to classes across campus in the winter cold, and better yet, he increased my wage to three K per month.The experiment to which I signed as accepting is the Homo/Equine/Procreation –Gene –Dartmoor-Induction.Naturally, I talked with the professor asking him as. Bright colors, she said, preferably orange. When I told her the only jacket I had with me was dark brown she popped into the back room and emerged with an orange vest; the lodge, she said, kept a few on hand "just in case."I thanked her and took it gratefully. It would be ironic indeed to have escaped Walter and Cesar Romero both and then get shot down by some myopic weekend warrior too dim-witted to notice that his target had two legs instead of four and lacked a rack of antlers. An irony that.