"No! If it begins again!"
"Over there! A cave!"
We got Venza and Snap into it, just as another gust came, with a rain of dirt and loose stones pelting past outside.
Suddenly I thought of Molo. "Anita, stay here! Must get to Molo."
"Gregg, no!"
"I must. If we can bring him to consciousness, make him tell us where the Star-Streak is...."
I flung off her restraining hold. The wind had eased up. I leaped out into it, swimming. The rocks slid by close under me in a swift sidewise drift. In a moment I would be carried out over the river. It was a chaos of green, windswept darkness. But there was bursting light now overhead and rumbling claps, like thunder.
I saw Molo's body where the wind held him pinned against the side of a flat, ten-foot rock butte, and dove for him, swimming down frantically until I struck against the rock with a blow that almost knocked the breath from me. Molo was still obviously unconscious.
How long it took me to get back to Anita, floundering with Molo's body, I do not know. I managed to keep against the ground; was blown back, and struggled forward again. The wind came with strange puffs. In one of the lulls, I hauled Molo through the air and into the cave.
"Gregg!" Anita held to me, her arms around me. "Gregg dear, you were gone so long!"