"Shh!" From Uncle Andy. He raised his axe and braced himself.
The automatic, progressive light of this place advanced into view and blended with their own light aura as the owner of the footsteps approached.
Once more, Henry's mind began to awaken into that strange condition of ultimate clarity, as it had in alternate time, in New Bretania, before the machine guns.
"Hold up!" he said, lowering his bow.
"Yes!" exclaimed Martia. "It's a friend!"
At that moment, Scarface stepped into view, gun in hand. And Peggy almost swooned with relief.
Pee Bee wiped his forearm across his moist brow and said, "Man! Dat's de finest lookin' my-rage ah seen today!"
Uncle Andy could not refrain from studying the two adolescents again in amazement. They had definitely known beforehand that Scarface would appear instead of the alien.
"I've been doing some checking," said Scarface, without smiling, and without preamble. "There's only one place they could have gone."
"Did you let us in here?" asked Uncle Andy, irrelevantly.