But when he had lurched from the cabin, she touched me. Smiled with
her mannish swagger, for fear we were still observed, and murmured:
"Oh Gregg, I am afraid!"
We stayed in the cubby a few moments, whispering and planning.
"You think the signal room is in the tower, Gregg? This tower outside
our window here?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Shall we go out and see?"
"Yes. Keep near me always."
"Oh Gregg, I will!"
We deposited our Erentz suits carefully in a corner of the cubby. We
might need them so suddenly! Then we swaggered out to join the
brigands working on the deck.