"I'll bite!" Trigger whispered fiercely. "I'll bi—mmph!
"Mmmph—grrmm!
"Grr-mm-mhm.... Hm-m-m ... mhm!"
They walked on along the trail, hand in hand. They came up over the last little rise. Trigger looked down on the camp. She frowned.
"Pretty dull!" she observed.
"Eh?" Quillan asked, startled.
"Not that, ape!" she said. She squeezed his hand. "Your morals aren't good, but dull it wasn't. I meant generally. We're just sitting here now waiting. Nothing seems to be happening."
It was true, at least on the surface. There were a great number of ships and men around and near Luscious, but they weren't in view. They were ready to jump in any direction, at any moment, but they had nothing to jump at yet. The Commissioner's transmitters hadn't signaled more than two or three times in the last two days. Even the short communicators remained mostly silent.
"Cheer up, Doll!" Quillan said. "Something's bound to break pretty soon."