"... Well, since you two boys feel like arguing on your little playground, I'm going to leave you to it and go back to what is apparently my room," Radley says, still dripping sarcasm. "I have no desire to play teacher and break up your naughty-naughty quarrel at recess."

He starts off down the hall in the direction he came and wonders if he can send out a signal for help. Surely there must be friendlier ships and people here somewhere ... right?