"But it's all craziness!" murmured a voice. "You can't breathe up there
on the ridges. There's no air!"
Trevor climbed painfully into what was left of the twisted wreck, and
brought out the helmets and oxygen bottles that had survived for just
this purpose.
"We'll breathe," he said. "These--" He tried for a word that would
explain to them. "--these containers hold an essence of air. We can
take them with us and breathe."
"But the cold?"
"You have tanned skins, haven't you? And gums? I can show you how
to make us protective garments. Unless you'd rather stay here with
Shannach."