"Ten."
"Not many."
"Fully armed, though. There are sixty in the expedition altogether, but I could only feel sure of ten. Some of them I planted myself."
Garth took the cigaret Brown handed him. "Thanks ... I know Chahnn pretty well. Once we get there, we can get away from the others."
"How?"
"Underground passages—not well known. We'll come out about thirty miles from Chahnn, and from there it's another twenty to the Black Forest."
"The last lap on open ground?"
"Yeah."
"Not so good. If Benson misses us, he'll have planes out scouting. I've a hunch he's suspicious already."
"If he catches up with us, so what? There'll be other chances."