"A fortune," she said. "Yours."
"No," he corrected. "Ours."
They were silent. The mighty cavern was silent. Dim ghosts seemed to move in it, the shadows of a mighty people that had once been here, and had gone....
"I want to get away from here," Oscar whimpered. "I don't like this place."
Andy sighed. Their dust would mingle with the dust of the builders of the cavern. Another hundred thousand years would pass before the place was rediscovered. Maybe more....
"We can't," said Andy. "The entrance is blocked."
"The hell we can't!" Oscar answered. "When all the shooting was going on the rocks started to fall in here, and I looked for a way out. The hill is hollow. There's an opening on the other side. Come on. Quit gaping at me, and get a move on."
"Thlot," said Andy grimly. "If you're lying, I will break your neck."
"I'm not lying. Come on. You can come back later. I itch from being near that shining stuff."
The thlot led them off into the darkness. At last a dim glow of light showed up ahead. Andy pushed ahead of the honey-bear, stepped through a narrow opening, got a glimpse of the rim of Jupiter, red and angry, immovable on the horizon.