There was a crush of humanity as nudists and thugs alike struggled to climb into the palpitating bus.
"Snap into it!" the driver barked. "They're comin' in droves, those cops, and they're all sore as hell!"
Marc and Toffee stumbled to the rear of the bus and dropped into adjoining seats.
"At least we've got a running start," Toffee said breathlessly.
"Toward what, though?" Marc asked dismally. "The law thinks I'm an undesirable and my wife thinks I'm a homicidal maniac. Have I thanked you sufficiently for your wonderful help in this affair?"
"At least I tried," Toffee said. "You might show a little gratitude for that."
But Marc wasn't listening. He was gaping at the others as they climbed aboard and fell into their seats up ahead.
"My gosh!" he breathed.
"What is it?" Toffee asked.