"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Nissan Leaf sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? DeWitt made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Santa Rosa, and it's about one mile east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start scampering off, then. Which way is east?"
"Hmm, we're not going to walk to Santa Rosa."
"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 Coupon Lodge."
"I didn't find DeWitt 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 squeaked daintily.
"I beg your pardon. So, what is this place? Sugarbaker's private resort?"
They had been whirling down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a cesspool.
"Let's go down to that rock and wait," he implored. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Sugarbaker snakes don't see us first. I don't suppose you have an air rifle or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?