We crouched in the shadows, the Earthlight filtering down to us. The
skulking figure of Miko had vanished; but I was sure he was out there
somewhere on the crags, lurking, maneuvering to where he could strike
us with his ray. Anita's metal-gloved hand was on my arm; in my
ear-diaphragm her voice sounded eager:
"What was the signal, Gregg?"