At the sound of that voice the Venusians stopped all motion.
Again the voice boomed through the room.
"Bring the human to me."
The voice came from Unger.
The knot of Venusians around the human came back to life. A knife flashed.
"Bring him to me unharmed!" Unger boomed.
The knife went hastily out of sight. The knot of Venusians came untangled. They carried a struggling human down the ramps toward the bottom of the pit.
"It's Martin!" Caldwell shouted. "Let's knock these Venusians over, grab him, and break for the door."
"Hold it," Johnson said. "It may not be that easy. We will go with them to Unger."
Carrying Martin to the bottom of the pit, the Venusians set him on his feet. Martin was tall, dark-haired, a slender length of living, nervous whipcord. His hair was tousled, his clothing torn. As Martin came to his feet, Johnson saw that blood was running down one side of his face.