"For how long?"
"Hell, how long can this go on?" Zen answered. "Even when it's over, I don't want to go back down there and walk on skulls."
"Walk on skulls?"
"That's all that will be left."
"You think the Asians are gonna win, then?"
"I got a hunch there will be more skulls than anything else in Asia, too. No, I don't think they're going to win. I don't think anybody is going to win this one, except the people who have enough sense to hide."
Jake came out of his dreaming and put his hand on Cal's shoulder. "Kurt's all right," he said.
It was obvious that Cal did not think very highly of this recommendation.
"He's my pal," Jake continued. "Let him join us. He'll make a good hand. Besides, me and him were buddies. And there was a girl—" He stopped speaking and broke into dark musing as the memory of his wife came again into his mind.
"Were you with this woman?" Cal asked.