"And now that they have challenged the Silent Ones I think he _will_ dare.

Also, he will find our tracks--and it may be that he knows this hidden way." "Well, for God's sake!" O'Keefe's appalled bewilderment was almost ludicrous.

"If _he_ knows all that, and _you_ knew all that, why didn't you let me click him when I had the chance ?" "_Larree_," the green dwarf was oddly humble.

"It seemed good to me, too--at first.

And then I heard a command, heard it clearly, to stop you--that Lugur die not now, lest a greater vengeance fail!" "Command?
From whom ?" The Irishman's voice distilled out of the blackness the very essence of bewilderment.
"I thought," Rador was whispering--"I thought it came from the Silent Ones!" "Superstition!" groaned O'Keefe in utter exasperation.