CHAPTER FOURTEEN: ONE ALAMO GULCH-1
Lee muttered a to it as ugged on to signal to Grumman t he could descend.
as tumult? ened o tell ion it te or so, and t was gone.
the ground.
quot;Did you ?quot; said Lee.
quot;Yes. Going o tains, I tulations on landing us safely, Mr. Scoresby.quot;
quot;e aint finis. I to git t gasbag under tll sion from miles ao some manual labor, Dr. Grumman?quot;
tell me o do.quot;
quot;All rigo you. One of tent.
You can git t set up o ;
time, and in peril at one point, finally broke and pitc; but fall far, since till trailed among treetops and suspended.
t made concealing t of it ning, tugging and of sight.
till beating treetops back and fort t of time t only pitcent but o being, and was brewing some coffee.
quot;t; said Lee, soaked and stiff, easing o tent and taking the mug Grumman handed him.
quot;No, you can ts for t; said Grumman. quot;Do ts in your arting a fire, t is dry matcravel te, Mr. Scoresby.quot;
quot;You ;
Grumman ened, and sure enoug engine sound, easier to make out no ttle.
quot;t; said Grumman. quot;t kno;
And a minute later a flickering glo it ent, and Lee kne for a flare.
quot;Best put out t; ;sorry as I am to do it. I t canopys t you never knoo sleep no t.quot;
quot;You ; said the shaman.
ook a eart doruggled to lie dotle tent and closed his eyes.
range and po one point o see tting cross-legged, o leave only a