"And _where_ did you get that rig?" In the bright
light it was easy to see Ross's alien dress. McNeil fingered the elastic
material wonderingly.
"From the ship," Ross returned impatiently. "But if the ship people are
attacking, I don't think they will notice any difference between us and
the Reds...."
There was a burst of ear-splitting sound. For the third time Ross was
thrown from his feet. This time the burrow lights flickered, dimmed, and
went out.
"Oh, fine," commented McNeil bitterly out of the dark. "I never did care
for blindman's buff."
"The transfer plate--" Ross clung to his own plan of escape--"if we can
reach that--"
The light which had served Ashe and McNeil in their tunneling clicked
on. Since the earth shocks appeared to be over for a while, they moved
on, with Ashe in the lead and McNeil bringing up the rear. Ross hoped
Ashe knew the way. The sound of fighting had died out, so one side or
the other must have gained the victory. They might have only a few
moments left to pass undetected.
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