Lugur and his others awakened from their nightmare; piled into the _coria_, wheeled, raced away.
"On!" said Rador thickly.

"Two perils have we passed--the Silent Ones watch over us!" Soon we were again among the familiar and so unfamiliar moss giants.
I knew what I had seen and this time Larry could not call me--superstitious.

In the jungles of Borneo I had examined that other swiftly developing fungus which wreaks the vengeance of some of the hill tribes upon those who steal their women; gripping with its microscopic hooks into the flesh; sending quick, tiny rootlets through the skin down into the capillaries, sucking life and thriving and never to be torn away until the living thing it clings to has been sapped dry.

Here was but another of the species in which the development's rate was incredibly accelerated.

Some of this I tried to explain to O'Keefe as we sped along, reassuring him.
"But they turned to moss before our eyes!" he said.
Again I explained, patiently.