"Huh-uh," he demurred. "No. The girl, she got him."
"Girl?" echoed Disbro, and scowled.
"What girl?"
Max pointed with a finger like the haft of a hammer. "She was in the trees. Got him."
Disbro peered at the trees, then at Max. His scowl deepened. "What are you drivelling about?"
"The girl," said Max.
Disbro snorted and skinned his teeth in scorn.
"How," he demanded of the misty skies, "do I get mixed up with minus quantities like this? A girl, the man says! Here on Venus!"
"A girl," repeated Max firmly.
Disbro wheeled upon him.