The words had the effect of an electric shock.
"Why, of course," said Stevens, "we did come here to see if we could find someone, didn't we?" and turning round he pushed open the door into the next room. Nothing.
"Wait," he said. "Not much use trying to do anything tonight. We haven't any flashlights."
"Aw, boloney," said the dancer, "what do you want us to do? Sit here and count our fingers? Go on, big boy, find a garage, you can get a light from one of the cars."
"Won't those birds see it?"
"You got a yellow streak a mile wide, haven't you? Birds sleep at night."
Stevens took a half-unwilling step toward the door. "Let me come with you," said Vanderschoof, rising.
"What's the matter, papa? You got a little yellow in you, too?"
He was dignified. "Not at all. Here I'll leave my gun with you, Miss Lami."
"We'll be seeing you," said Stevens, over his shoulder. "Don't worry." And they were gone.