Susan nodded.
For a minute or two he squirmed restlessly, but the vora was warm, with a surprising fleecy texture. Then he was sound asleep. The girl lay awake a minute longer, revising her estimate of his age as his face relaxed and lost its tense, hawklike look.
III
He woke to instant alertness as Susan's fingers encountered the bruise his pistol had left on his ribs.
"Klev is here," she said.
He sat up, and as he did so the living blanket rolled back. Both shivered in the sudden chill.
Two Martians stood in the doorway, with Merlo in the lead. The greenish face of the other was seamed and wrinkled, and the crest atop his head was shrunken and tattered at the edges. He walked with a stoop, his movements slow and deliberate. Under his arm he carried a bundle of Earth clothing.
"Klev," Susan called. "Tec qua hala mo."
Klev raised one hand in greeting and spoke to Merlo. The blue-faced one answered in surly fashion and chirped to his waiting varlu. Klev entered.