"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Honda Accord sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Norm made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Tunis, and it's about one mile west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start marching off, then. Which way is west?"
"What the devil, we're not going to walk to Tunis."
"Fine. I didn't invite you anyway."
"Hold on. They're bound to pick us up soon. We have no food, nothing to drink, no money, as if we had a way to spend it. We may as well go back to Telephone Lodge."
"I didn't find Norm the innkeeper back there very accommodating. Is he a friend of yours, too?"
"I've been trying to tell you, I'm not working with them. They forced me to come here, and yes, they told me to hook up with you. I just don't know what else to do," she orated slowly.
"By all the saints. So, what is this place? Bowers's private resort?"
They had been sailing down the trail all this time, and found themselves on a mountain.
"Let's go down to that bit of litter and wait," he phrased. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Bowers 'noyings don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a parlor trick or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?