It was but slow progress, but she knew he would die if she left him there.
She tightened the girdle round her waist, and again took him in her arms.
But her strength gave out.
She fell with her burden on the hot sand.
Exhausted herself, yet she would not give up the battle.
She worked like a slave, making a hole in the sand.
The blood spurted from her fingers, but she kept on until she had scraped away the sand a foot deep.
Into this hole she rolled Max.
The sun was pouring its hot rays with deadly vehemence, but Girzilla cared not, if Max were but safe.
She looked for something to shelter him.