"He might," said Kemp.
"I'll bet I can," said Pritchard. "I've got to."
"The One will get you," she said. "It can get into one of those things
easily. It'll take only a little of Its digestive juice...." Her face
puckered and those emerald eyes shone brighter, but she fought for and
regained control.
"So?" Pritchard smiled. "You'll be well rid, then, of that notorious
big-game hunter, Elmer Pritchard."
"I don't want to be rid of him," she said softly. "I want him with
me--at the end."