"I couldn't stand the fumes," Toffee retorted. "I think he saw me."
"Who?" hissed Marc. "Who saw you?"
"There's an open space down there," Toffee whispered. "And there's a guard standing in it. I saw him silhouetted against the ocean. He may have been looking right at me."
Suddenly the little party froze as a voice echoed through the tunnel.
"Geez, Mac!" it said. "Did you see that, up in the passage, just now?"
"Nope," came the voice of Mac. "Didn't see a thing."
"I did," the voice went on wonderingly. "I could have sworn I saw a beautiful redheaded angel. She was walking straight for me, just as pretty as you please. She looked kinda half-naked."
"Oh, is that all it was?" Mac returned disappointedly. "I see things like that ever once in awhile. They come and go, those angels. You've just been down here too long. You'll get over it. They go away after a time."
"I don't want to get over it," the voice said positively. "Not when I'm seeing dames like that!"
"Dames!" Toffee breathed hotly. "I'll show that blockhead who's a dame!"