Thiotimoline to the stars（搬运）(18)

Prohorov said briskly, "Yes, sir," and went up the ladder in the rear of the assembly hall, where he had been sitting.
Admiral Vernon smiled. "You will all keep your seats. We are exactly on course. My ships are always exactly on course."
But then Prohorov descended again and came running up the aisle to the admiral. He reached him and spoke in a whisper. "Admiral, if this is Lincoln, Nebraska, something is wrong. All I can see are Indians; hordes of Indians. Indians in Nebraska, now, Admiral?"