"What's that?"
From the right! Kintyre fell on his stomach and began to eel his way over the rocks.
"A gahdam seal yet." Larkin's youthful whine. "Holy Moses, what a spot!"
"Better go see." It was an unfamiliar bass. Silenio.
"Ah, nuts, you go."
"You heard me, Terry," said Silenio.
"The girl knows this coast," said Clayton. Kintyre flowed over a bleached white tree trunk. It snagged his shirt, he had to stop and fumble for his liberty. And the fog talked and talked.
"It's just a seal, isn't it, Miss Lombardi?"
No answer.
"Silenio," said Clayton.