"Granted. But you sure learned it the hard way." "Eating"--Ann
pointed, nauseated--"their own wounded--"
Wright stepped between her and the loud orgy in the meadow. "Wing
spread, fifteen feet. Well--sky's bad, woods maybe. What do you
suggest?"
"Clear underbrush," Spearman said, "so we can see into the woods. Pile
it just beyond this overhang of branches for a barrier, leave a space
so we can reach the lifeboat. We can get to the lake for water without
going much in the open."
"Good," said Wright. A peace offering. Spearman smiled neutrally.
"If the water's safe," said Sears Oliphant.