"But that is impossible," Garth answered.
"What!"
"I can't take you back. I can't return you. You're here, and here you will have to stay."
Anger ran through the group like a hurricane through a forest.
"Damn you, Garth!" a voice growled.
"What do you think we are—guinea pigs?"
"You're going to take us home, or else!"
"If you think you can move us into this damned country, where there ain't a house in sight and no sign there ever was one, you've got another think coming."
"Darn you, Garth."
In all the tumult Garth heard only one voice on his side, a girl's voice.