"Where are we? What happened?"
"The ship crashed," he whispered, "but we may be safe for a while."
Doree smiled weakly. "I thought it was the end."
"How do you feel?"
"All right—I guess. Nothing seems to be broken."
"Lie and rest." Mike turned and found Nicko was sitting up, his eyes open but still a trifle vacant. "You okay?"
"Guess so. They couldn't kill me with a club but I get knocked out coming downstairs."
"Something must have hit you on the head just right."
"Something sure did. Tell me, what's the situation?"
"I don't know. I'm playing it from hand to mouth. We're hidden under the ruins of the ship."