"OK, call 'em Hunters if you want to. I haven't got a better name for them. I worked them over with the flashlights. They're gone."
"That means...."
"Let's not worry about what it means. Let's just get out of here."
"The Hunters—they burst out of the ground—from a cleft in the earth."
"That's right. You were halfway into the hole. I guess that's where they were hiding."
"The Pit of the Hunters," Foster said.
"If you say so," I said. "Lucky you didn't go down it."
"Legion, give me the flashlight."
"I feel something coming on that I'm not going to like," I said. I handed him the light and he flashed it into the tunnel mouth. I saw a polished roof of black glass arching four feet over the rubble-strewn bottom of the shaft. A stone, dislodged by my movement, clattered away down the 30 slope.
"Hell, that tunnel's man-made," I said, peering into it. "And I don't mean neolithic man."