"We have only one avenue of inquiry," Foster said. "We have no choice but to explore it. We'll take passage on a ship to England----" "What'll we use for money--and papers? It would cost hundreds. Unless----" I added, "----we worked our way. But that's no good. We'd still need passports--plus union cards and seamen's tickets." "Your friend," Foster said. "The one who prepares passports. Can't he produce the other papers as well?" "Yeah," I said. "I guess so. But it will cost us." "I'm sure we can find a way to pay," Foster said. "Will you see him--early in the morning?" I looked around the blowsy room. Hot night air stirred a geranium wilting in a tin can on the window sill. An odor of bad cooking and worse plumbing floated up from the street. "At least," I said, "it would mean getting out of here." CHAPTER V It was almost sundown when Foster and I pushed through the door to the saloon bar at the Ancient Sinner and found a corner table. I watched Foster spread out his maps and papers. Behind us there was a murmur of conversation and the thump of darts against a board. "When are you going to give up and admit we're wasting our time?" I said. "Two weeks of tramping over the same ground, and we end up in the same place." "We've hardly begun our investigation," Foster said mildly. "You keep saying that," I said. "But if there ever was anything in that rock-pile, it's long gone. The archaeologists have been digging over the site for years, and they haven't come up with anything." "They don't know what to look for," Foster said. "They were searching for indications of religious significance, human sacrifice--that sort of thing." "We don't know what we're looking for either," I said. "Unless you think maybe we'll meet the Hunters hiding under a loose stone." "You say that sardonically," Foster said. "But I don't consider it impossible." "I know," I said. "You've convinced yourself that the Hunters were after us back at Mayport when we ran off like a pair of idiots." "From what you've told me of the circumstances--" Foster began. "I know; you don't consider it impossible. That's the trouble with you; you don't consider anything impossible. It would make life a lot easier for me if you'd let me rule out a few items--like leprechauns who hang out at Stonehenge." Foster looked at me, half-smiling. It had only been a few weeks since he woke up from a nap looking like a senior class president who hadn't made up his mind whether to be a preacher or a movie star, but he had already lost that mild, innocent air. He learned fast, and day by day I had seen his old personality reemerge and--in spite of my attempts to hold onto the ascendency--dominate our partnership.