"What ever it was, I'm glad it did," said Urson.
Something clattered before them in the darkness.
"What was that?" asked Urson, stopping.
"My foot hit something," Geo said.
"What was it?" asked Urson.
"Never mind," said Geo. "Come on."
Fifteen minutes brought them to the stairway that went to the lower highway. Iimmi's memory proved good, and for an hour they went quickly, Iimmi making no hesitation it turnings.
"God," Geo said, rubbing his forearm with his other hand. "I must have pulled hell out of it back there. It hurts like the devil."
Urson looked at his hand and rubbed them together.
"My hands feel sort of funny too," Iimmi said. "Like they've been wind-burned."