"Why?" Summersby sounded tired, and as if his mind was a long way off. "If these are scientists, they'll keep a fairly close watch on their lab animals."
"You're a forest ranger, man. Don't you have to meet emergencies all the time?" Watkins was exasperated. Adam thought, I wouldn't talk to the big fellow that way; he looks as wild as a panther.
"I'm sorry," said Summersby, turning away again. "I don't think we can escape, or plan to, until we have more information."
"You needn't inflict your morbidity on us," said Full. "Because you're a defeatist is no reason for us to be."
Summersby stood up. He looked as tall to Adam as one of the monsters. "If we're guinea pigs, we'll end up as guinea pigs," he said. "And what do experimenters do with guinea pigs, finally? They infect or dissect them. Now leave me alone!" He walked to the farthest corner and sat down on the straw, staring at his feet.
Adam reached up automatically to push at his glasses, found them missing, and was confused for an instant. Then he said, "There's a thought. We better bust out as quick as we can."
"Summersby won't help," said Watkins. "Anybody else feel fatalistic about this mess?"
"I must get back to my chili stand," said Villa. "And my wife," he added.
"Adam, you're nearer to college courses than I am," said Watkins. Adam nodded. "How many places in the world are there, big enough and unexplored enough to hide a race of giants like these?"
"I guess parts of Africa and South America, maybe the Arctic, some islands. I don't really know."