The great, horny shoulders heaved up. The misshapen head lurched into view. "Jarl—!" It was a half gasp, half sob. "Jarl, I thought they'd done for you—that you'd gone under—!"
Jarl reeled against the Jovian, clutching the mighty arm. "Quiet! They'll be after us any second!"
He could feel Ungo's muscles swell. "Let them—!"
Jarl laughed in spite of his tension, his pain. "Not yet, Ungo. Not till the job is done!" He pivoted. "Come on!"
The Jovian's head sank down between the bulging shoulders. His eyes gleamed. "The tube again—the way we came—?"
Jarl paused at the door. "No." He peered up and down the corridor.
"Then what—?"
"The commissioner's carrier. It's still in the court outside. We'll grab it as soon as I get back." Jarl started forward.
Ungo caught his wrist. "Jarl...."
"What—?"