There was a pause before another voice said hesitantly and dourly, “I’m no ethnologist, and your guess is probably as good as mine. I’d say they’re the result of a crash of some pioneer group, Skipper. A very bad crash, since they lost communication.’”

“Why pioneers? Why not some passenger ship?”

“For one thing, they’ve got horses and cattle. Even trees of Earthside type, now adapted, of course, to this world’s ecology. Besides, what would a passenger ship be doing this far in?”

A third voice broke in. “What was a pioneer ship doing this far in, for that matter? From what we’ve seen so far, they’ve been here a long time. They’re obviously originally an Earth culture, but they don’t seem to have much more than legends about their origins.”

The first voice, heavier than the others and with a note of command in it, said. “Well, it goes both ways. I’ve never heard of them either. They must go so far back that you’d have to go deep into the archives to even check on the possibilities.”

The third voice said, “I just thought of something. They must go so far back that they might have had trouble with the warp. One of the very earliest colonizing ships, before the bugs were all ironed out. They must have had trouble with the ship’s warp, and the ship was thrown all the way in here.”

“Maybe,” somebody else growled in disgust. “They’re certainly primitive. Look at this. Look at these plumbing fixtures over here.”

A fourth voice spoke up for the first time. “What’re you complaining about? We’re lucky they’ve got plumbing at all. Did you notice those overgrown stickers all the men carry? Good grief, swords, in this day and age.”

“They also carry rifles,” the second voice said. “We’re lucky we weren’t assassinated before we ever got the chance to tell them who we were.”

“Single shot rifles,” the second voice said. “Krishna! Look at these plumbing fixtures.”