“Your ’spiders,’ ” he burst out as soon as he sighted Rogan, “are plants!”
“But they moved!” protested Dard. “They had legs.”
Kordov shook his head. “Roots, not legs. And plants they are in spite of being mobile. Some form of aquatic fungi.”
“Toadstools with legs yet!” Rogan laughed. “Next, trees with arms, I suppose. What about the dragon-was he a flying cabbage?”
Kordov did not need any urging to discuss the dragon.
“Poisonous reptile-and carnivorous. We shall have to beware of them. But it was full grown, we need not worry.”
“About their coming in larger sizes?” asked the relaxed Kimber in a lazy voice. “Let us be thankful for small favors and hope that they do a lot of that screeching when they go ahunting. But now-let us think about tomorrow.”
“And tomorrow-and tomorrow—” Rogan repeated sleepily hut Cully sat up thoroughly aroused.
“When do we wake up the others?” he wanted to know.
“And are we going to stay right here?”