Then Karara drew a gagged breath which was a gasp of horror.
"Sacrifice! Ross, he must mean they are going to use Gordon for a sacrifice."
Ross stiffened and then whirled to catch Loketh by the shoulders. The inability to question the native directly was an added disaster now.
"Where are they taking him? Where?" He began that fiercely, and then forced control on himself.
Karara's eyes were half closed, her head back; she was manifestly aiming that inquiry at the dolphins, to be translated to Loketh.
Symbols burned on the analyzer screen.
"The Foanna have their own fortress. It can be entered best by sea. There is a boat ... I can show you, for it is my own secret."
"Tell him—yes, as soon as we can!" Ross broke out. The old feeling that time was all-important worried at him. Witches' meat ... witches' meat ... the words were sharp as a lash.