"Murdock! What are you doing--?" Ashe's clipped voice was muffled by
another sudden explosion. This time the earth tremors not only hurled
them from their feet, but seemed to run along the walls and across the
ceiling. Ross, burying his face in the crook of his arm, could not rid
himself of the fear that the building was being slowly twisted into
scrap. When the shock was over he raised his head.
"What's going on?" He heard McNeil ask.
"Attack." That was Ashe. "But why, and by whom--don't ask me! You are a
prisoner, I suppose, Murdock?"
"Yes, sir." Ross was glad that his voice sounded normal enough.
He heard someone sigh and guessed it was McNeil. "Another digging
party." There was tired disgust in that.
"I don't understand," Ross appealed to that section of the dark where
Ashe had been. "Have you been here all the time? Are you trying to dig
your way out? I don't see how you can cut out of this glacier that we're
parked under----"
"Glacier!" Ashe's exclamation was as explosive as the tremors.
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