“But will it drain off?”
The Shark shrugged his shoulders. “Nobody knows.”
Varley deliberated for a moment. “But how about the rest of the crowd? What’ll they be thinking?”
“Don’t know. I’m no mind reader.”
“But——”
“But what can we do about it?” the Shark broke in. “We can wade out of this and be like two drowned rats for wetness, or we can stay here.”
“All night?”
“If necessary. Nothing to hurt us, is there?”
“No,” said Paul reluctantly. “But I wish we—well, I wish we could get word to the others.”
The Shark grunted. Then he limped to the fireplace and gave the fire a poke with a stick. Flames shot higher, illuminating the room.