“Hell and damn,” Eckels breathed, the light of the Machine on his thin face. “A real Time Machine.” He shook his head. “Makes you think. If the election had gone badly yesterday, I might be here now running away from the results.

Thank God Keith won. He'll make a fine President of the United States.” “Yes,” said the man behind the desk. “Were lucky. If Deutscher had gotten in, we'd have the worst kind of dictatorship. There's an anti-everything man for you, a militarist, anti-Christ, anti-human, anti-intellectual.

People called us up, you know, joking but not joking. Said if Deutscher became President they wanted to go live in 1492.

Of course it's not our business to conduct Escapes, but to form Safaris. Anyway, Keith's President now. All you got to worry about is” “Shooting my dinosaur,” Eckels finished it for him.

“A Tyrannosaurus Rex. The Thunder Lizard, the damnedest monster in history. Sign this release. Anything happens to you, we're not responsible. Those dinosaurs are hungry.” Eckels flushed angrily. “Trying to scare me!” “Frankly, yes. We don't want anyone going who'll panic at the first shot. Six Safari leaders were killed last year, and a dozen hunters. We're here to give you the damnedest thrill a real hunter ever asked for. Travelling you back sixty million years to bag the biggest damned game in all Time.

Your personal check's still there. Tear it up.” Mr. Eckels looked at the check for a long time. His fingers twitched.

“Good luck,” said the man behind the desk. “Mr. Travis, he's all yours.” They moved silently across the room, taking their guns with them, toward the Machine, toward the silver metal and the roaring light.