"Won't you—" he began, "Won't the rest of you—"
The eyes that met his were glacial. Bert Andrews, thick-lipped and bridling, snarled disdain. "The hell with you, Malcolm! The sooner you get out of here, the better!"
Greg said, "We'll let you know where to find us. If you should—should need us, just call."
"We won't need you." That was Crystal, coldly.
"I hope you won't," said Greg. "I sincerely hope you won't...."
V
Sparks Hannigan came out grinning. He said, "This one looks like the business, Greg. Plenty of room. Dry and warm. It's even got a natural fluevent so's we can have a fireplace inside."
Greg nodded, pleased.
"Sounds good. I was beginning to think we'd never find a suitable cave. This one's within easy reach of that spring, too; that solves the fresh water problem. Well, we might as well get settled. Getting toward evening."