CHAPTER VIISporting Life
HOW he got inside the globe, Lon didn’t know. Teleportation? Matter transmitter? Something else?
He simply had to accept it. There he was. And he watched the vision-screen as the planet slowly shrank away below them.
One of the small men touched his arm, and when he turned, motioned him to a seat that had been built to his body size in the center of the chamber. Lon settled into it and found it comfortable. The main vision-screen was centered in front of him, as at they meandered up toward space, he found controls thrust into his hand.
Over the next half hour, the small men gave him an intensive course in the handling of the forty-foot globe they had built and turned it over to him. It was a fighting craft, he quickly realized, but like nothing ever even remote
