"Good. There may be a chance for you then. I don't like that blue-faced Merlo at all, but we have to play along with him. And this thing is bigger than any of us as individuals."
"You've seen how the camp is built in a hollow to protect it from the wind?"
"Yes, but—"
"They never thought of floods."
Susan's eyes gleamed as she sensed his idea.
"You mean if the Martians made their water-voras—?"
"A dozen voras and a dozen water caves. The barrier would short out and the Martians could get in. There'd be hell's very own confusion and no lights. You might make it."
"And you?"
"Merlo is a blue-faced, pigheaded, tradition-bound fool, and no general. He'd just beat his men's lives out against the charged barrier without thinking of the only weapon he has that's worth a damn. I'm going down and tell him, right now. The attack is tomorrow night."
Susan's grey eyes searched his face.