Weâre all suddenly stuck here in this desert, forbidden to communicate with our parents or the outside world, and weâre feeling oppressed. Insecure. So what do we do? Why, itâs naturalâwe get a mass hallucination. Nothing but nothing happened in Old John last night, except we all freaked out. So forget it. Itâll probably happen again tonight till we all go crazy and get ourselves shipped to the funny farm.â
Bodenland stood up.
âPeople donât go crazy so easily, son. Youâre just shooting your mouth off. Why, I want to know, are you so keen to discount what you actually saw and experienced?â
âBecause that thing couldnât be,â retorted the student.
âWrong. Because you try to fit it in with your partial systems of belief and it wonât fit. Thatâs because of an error in your beliefs, not your experience. We all saw that fucking thing. It exists. Okay, so we canât account for it. Not yet. Any more than we can account for the ancient grave up there on the bluff. But scientific inquiry will sort out the truth from the liesâ if we are honest in our observations!â
âSo what was that ghost train, then?â demanded one of the girls. âYou tell us.â
Bodenland sat down next to Mina again. âThatâs what Iâm saying. I donât know. But Iâm not discounting it on that account. If everything that could not be readily understood was discounted by some crap system of belief, weâd still be back in the Stone Age. As soon as we can talk to the outside world again, Iâm getting on to the various nearby research establishments to find out who else has observed this so-called ghost train.â
Clift said quietly, âIâve been working this desert fifteen years, Joe, and I never saw such a thing before. Nor did I ever hear of anyone else who did.â
âWell, weâll get to the bottom of it.â
âJust how do you propose to do that, Mr. Bodenland?â asked the girl who had spoken up before. Supportive murmurs came from her friends.
Bodenland grinned.
âIf the train comes again tonight, Iâm going to be ready to board it.â
The students set up such a racket he hardly heard Mina say at his side, âJesus, Joe, you really are madder than they are â¦â
âMaybeâbut weâve got a helicopter and they havenât.â
Toward evening, Mina climbed with Bernard Clift to an eminence above the camp and looked westward.
Joe had been away most of the day. After having persuaded Larry and Kylie to stay on a little longer, he had ridden out with them to see if they could track down any signs of the ghost train.
âWhatâs out there?â Mina asked, shielding her eyes from the sun.
âA few coyotes, the odd madman rejecting this century, preparing to reject the next one. Not much else,â Clift said. âOh, theyâll probably come across an old track leading to Enterprise City.â
She laughed. âEnterprise City! Oh, Joeâll love the sound of that. Heâll take it as an omen.â
âJoe doesnât believe what weâve got here, does he? Thatâs why heâs allowing this train thing to distract him, isnât it?â
Mina continued to stare westward with shielded eyes.
âI have a problem with my husband and my son, Bernard. Joe is such an achiever. He canât help overshadowing Larry. I feel very sorry for Larry. He tried to get out from his fatherâs shadow and rejected the whole scientific business. Unfortunately, he moved sideways into groceries, and I can see why that riles Joe. No matter that heâs made a financial success and supplies the whole southeastern area of the USA. Now marrying into Kylieâs familyâs transport system, heâll be a whole lot more successful. Richer, I should say.â
âDoesnât that please Joe?â
She shook her head doubtfully.