Most of the men were using their boat poles, to save on gasoline. They wanted to make sure they had some gas left just in case. The men pushed their skiffs off from shore and disappeared into the thick mist. They had to follow the sound of the Saurian; they couldn't see it; they couldn't even see one another. Thompson didn't say much to Marris as they pushed off from shore and headed back into the swamps. Marris was glad of it. He was tired and hung-over; every muscle in his body felt liquid and quivering. He could see that most of the other men felt the same as he did. They were moving slower than yesterday, and their faces were sullen. Nobody had said very much over breakfast, except Rye; he had talked nonstop from the moment he got up. The others had remained quiet, and it seemed to Marris it was more than a hangover that everyone was feeling. It was like they were spooked. Maybe it was just because of all the mist on the water. Marris couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of himself.
