"That you, Gus?" he called.
The other swore at him. "Sure. Who else do you think would be floundering around in these woods at the dead of night?"
"I got to worrying," said the man in the port. "You were gone longer than I thought you would be. Just getting ready to set out and hunt for you."
"You're always worrying," Gus growled at him. "Between you and this outlandish world, I'm fed up. Trevor can find someone else to do this kind of work from here on out."
He scrambled up the steps into the ship. "Get going," he told the other man tersely. "We're getting out of here."
He turned to close the port, but Sutton already had it closed.
Gus took two steps backward, brought up against an anchored chair and stood there, grinning.
"Look at what we got," he said. "Hey, Pinky, look at what followed me back home."
Sutton smiled at them grimly. "If you gentlemen have no objection, I'll hitch a ride with you."
"And if we have objections?" Pinky asked.