"Mel, we can go in the Omnimobile to see about it."
"Dive into the Deep!"
"We could do it."
"Ten miles of water! Good Lord! That would crush us like—like—"
"I think the machine would stand it."
"But what could we do?"
"We don't know until we know what needs to be done."
"It means death!" I whispered hoarsely. "And the Green Girl! When I am dead I may dream of her no more! It may be that she lives only in my mind, and when I die—"
Sam said nothing. He merely waited, puffing away, with his pipe smoke drifting out into the night. In a moment I had considered, and realized my selfishness. I thrust out my hand, and he gripped it firmly.
"I knew you would see it, Mel!" he cried with a glad ring in his voice. "Whoever, and whatever they are, they haven't got us yet! We're still kicking!"