"More Civil Defense that way," he growled, pointing sharp left. "Most of the dwarfs hang out down there. They strip stuff out of the tunnels and service ducts. Last year they even got a half-mile or so of copper cable, the lucky buggers. Bought them enough beer to keep them sozzled for a month. You get a power failure overground, and I bet you fifty-fifty it’s because of a crack team of dwarf cable-strippers." Smeng laughed and it sounded like distant thunder.