"It's letting up," Venza said out of a silence.
Anita was sitting over the prone form of Molo. He had stirred and mumbled several times.
"Let's see if we can get out of here," Snap suggested.
Rocks had fallen and blocked the only exit from the cave. But to our strength, even the hugest of the rocks was movable.
"Shall we try it now, Gregg?"
As though we were elephants, heaving and pushing, we struggled with the litter choking the passage. There was a danger that the whole thing would cave in on us; but we were careful of that. We tossed the small rocks aside like pebbles. There was one main mass. Together we pulled and tugged and shifted it. A small opening was disclosed, large enough for our bodies. The wind puffed in through it.
The girls called us. Molo had regained consciousness. The blow from the rock had only stunned him. We bound his wrists with a portion of his belt which we cut into strips.
"What is it you do with me? Is Wyk dead?"
"Yes."
He lay silent and sullen. "Look here, Molo, we're going to get out of this, and you're going to help us. If you don't...." The knife which we had taken from him to cut his belt was in my hand. I drew its blade lightly across his throat. "Will you talk freely and truthfully?"