I started to sputter but a glance from Outhouse silenced me. I guess he knew Drake better than I did, although I was beginning to catch up with him.
Drake cautiously started to throw his eyes around.
"Well, where is he?"
"We don't know," I popped up, sticking out my head, literally.
"I didn't ask you," said Drake, giving me a dirty look and casting a speculative eye over my helmet.
"That's the straight dope, Drake," said Murphy, backing me up. "Lomack is behind the whole thing and he wouldn't tell us what he intends to do."
"Don't kid me." Dirty Dudley was great on sneers. "You guys wouldn't put all the time and work and money in this if you didn't know what you were doing."
"Yeah, we would," said Outhouse. "That's something you wouldn't understand, Drake. We trust each other."
I thought he was going to get bad again but he only smiled.
"Go ahead," he advised, "and see where it gets you."