She pointed.
Clouds!
The sky was still full of the pastel glowings of the sunset. Here and there were patches of black cloud, insignificant-looking, like ragged crows swimming through the pale light.
"Rain," the thought came. "The cold rain—the killing rain! Another storm!"
Mel studied the sky uneasily. They might be right. "Your friends are bound to get here first," he assured them, looking confident about it.
They smiled gratefully at him. He couldn't think of anything he might do to help. The princess looked comfortable on the towel he had laid along the screen, and Miss Green, as usual, looked alert, prepared to handle anything that had to be handled. He wondered about asking her to let him see how the globes were doing, and, instantly, a thought showed clear in his mind: "Try it yourself!"
That hadn't occurred to Mel before. He settled back comfortably in the chair and looked through the screen for them.
Four or five fiery visualizations quivered here and there in the air, vanished, reappeared, vanished ...
Mel stopped looking for them, and there was only the sky.