Crash!
The door went down. The bar was torn from its sockets by the sudden pressure applied against it. Through the opening a knife came, crashed against the wall. Then another and another.
In Vee Vee's and Caldwell's hands the zit guns throbbed. Venusians stumbled through the doorway.
"This way," Unger said, moving toward the farther wall.
Martin snatched the recorder from the table and turned the light beam on a Venusian trying to get through the door. He dodged backward. From the Room of the Dreaming a babble of angry voices arose.
"This way," Unger repeated. The door was open in the farther wall. The humans dived through it. Unger closed it and followed them.
They found themselves in darkness. Martin turned the recorder on it. The light from it revealed a tunnel. Unger moved forward. "Follow, please."
"These Dreamers do know something," Martin was babbling to Johnson. "They have latched on to vital secrets of nature. I don't know what else they've got but that secret of floating is...."
"There are many secrets," Unger said as he moved ahead of them. "In the last analysis perhaps there is only one secret, one energy, but this energy takes many forms."
"How do you do this dreaming?" Martin questioned.