"Come off of that!" he commanded sharply. "Planter's gone. Dead. You're all I have to associate with. You'll act sane, whether you are or not."
Max's big, pained eyes faltered before the glittering accusation of Disbro's gaze. "All right," he conceded.
"There wasn't any girl there, you idiot!"
Max nodded. "I saw—"
"Shut up!" Disbro cut him off. "No girl, I said!"
"No girl," repeated Max obediently.
Rain began to fall, fat drops the size of marbles.
"Back inside," commanded Disbro. "There'll be lots of this kind of weather. We'll have something to eat, then study another way to reach the trees yonder."
"No girl," said Max. "But I saw."