A nebulous image, product of childhood's vivid imagination, moved
slowly across Martin's mind. "All right!" he rapped out--and the image
faded.
"Sorry," Rodney murmured, his throat working beneath his lantern jaw.
Then--"I wonder what it's like here in the winter when there's no light
at all?"
"I imagine they had illumination of some sort," Martin answered, dryly.
"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,
we're very likely to find out."