The others, far more disoriented than I was, did not even realize that they were drifting fartherand farther from the spot where we had entered the Place of the Lost. Don't misunderstand this. What do you mean? asked Quan Li. The swarming, seething mass of ants streamed back into the vegetation in such thicklyclotted thousands that it seemed the entire edge of the world had grown legs and was marchingtoward them.
Maybe they didn't know we werecoming through with them. What good wind? asked a deep, quavering voice. Pankie led him up the hill, through a patch of the ubiquitous red Martian grass that held thehilltop like a conqueror's flag, and down the other side into a copse of beech trees. Orlando severely doubted they would survive being diced bypirate swords, for instance, as had just happened to one of the eggplants.
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