Jay turned to the north where the river's invisible course snaked. A brook had rolled muddily past the ship and through the hollow where it lay before from the western mountain slope but now a swollen water stream had joined it.
"The Frogs have breached the river and are flooding us out!" he shouted. "Probably they've damned the lower outlet. We'll be under water by morning!"
Onin swore in amazement. "They can swim underwater and attack. And with our guns empty...."
"We could make a stand up here," Jay mused, "but they'd starve us out. All we can do is slip away in the darkness and hide."
Onin looked over the side, gauging the height of the water.
"By another hour," he said, "we'd have to wade through ten feet of water." He stood up, flexing his skinny arms. "Better go now."
"And have them see us? We've two space suits left intact. They'll serve as diving suits. Using them we can escape unobserved."
"I'll get them ready," Onin offered. He started to climb back through the shattered spacer's gaping plates.
"Better get the biaton out of that helmet," Jay suggested. "We can make a few hand grenades out of it. We'll probably need some."
"We will," agreed the lanky animat. "Our own helmets will supply some more. I'll bring a rod up and we'll get rid of them."