Angus shook his head. "They wouldn't be frustrated—not with a whole planet to farm. Besides, they'd be equipped with agricultural implements instead of wrenches."
Drummond got up suddenly. "You figure it out. I have something else to try."
Angus followed him along the ledge until they reached the mouth of the cave.
"What are you going to do?"
Drummond hitched his trousers. "The way we're ringed in here, it's a cinch we won't get past 'em in the six hours we have left."
"So you're going to make off through the cave?"
The younger man nodded. "They might take off after me. That'll give you a chance to get to the ship and cut off those converters before they make like a nova."
Angus chuckled. "Suppose half of them decide to stay here with me?"
Drummond swore impatiently at his skepticism. "At any rate, one of us might get back to the converters."
"And leave the other here?"