the looseness of the sand.

might do it, but we don't have enough water for . . ." He broke off, then:

the looseness of the sand.

rocks.

hole dug into the sand, we might be able to put down a shaft to the pack. Water

beyond the end of the fissure. Colors blinked in the sand out on the open

might do it, but we don't have enough water for . . ." He broke off, then:

"I lost the pack," he said. "It's buried under a hundred tons of sand . . .

"The spare water, the stilltent--everything that counts." He touched a

rocks.

voice with scorn, said: "Is this the way you were taught?"

place is under that sand."

at least."

"Don't you understand?" he asked. "Everything we need to survive in this

the looseness of the sand.

binoculars. We can get a good look around the place where we'll die."

rocks.

hole dug into the sand, we might be able to put down a shaft to the pack. Water

desert. A chorus of birds held forth their songs from hidden places among the

at least."

"Don't you understand?" he asked. "Everything we need to survive in this

desert. A chorus of birds held forth their songs from hidden places among the

Jessica held hers

might do it, but we don't have enough water for . . ." He broke off, then:

"If we could immobilize a small area of that slope and the upper face of a

"Foam."

Paul squatted back on his heels.

"Everything?"

voice with scorn, said: "Is this the way you were taught?"