He looked at Saul. "Will you try it with me?"
The gaunt man said hoarsely, "I still don't trust you, Trevor! But anything—anything, to get away from that...."
"I'll go too," Jen said suddenly. "I'm as strong as Saul."
That was true, and Trevor knew it. He stared at her for a long minute, but he could not read her face.
Saul shrugged. "All right."
"But it's all craziness!" murmured a voice. "You can't breathe up there on the ridges. There's no air!"
Trevor climbed painfully into what was left of the twisted wreck, and brought out the helmets and oxygen bottles that had survived for just this purpose.
"We'll breathe," he said. "These—" He tried for a word that would explain to them. "—these containers hold an essence of air. We can take them with us and breathe."
"But the cold?"
"You have tanned skins, haven't you? And gums? I can show you how to make us protective garments. Unless you'd rather stay here with Shannach."