"There isn't going to be any next time!" Claire declared, with maternal protectiveness.
"That's what you think, Miss Claire," Yetsko told her. "That boy's gonna make a great storm trooper," he declared. "Every bit as great as Captain Prestonby, here."
Claire looked up at Prestonby almost worshipfully. "And I never knew anything about your being a fighting-man, till today," she said. "Ralph, there's so much about you that I don't know."
"There'll be plenty of time to find out, now, honey," he told her.
Cardon stepped over the body of Joe West and went up to them.
"Sorry to intrude on you two," he said, "but we've got to figure on how to get out of here. Could we get out the same way you got in?" he asked Yetsko. "And take Mr. Pelton with us?"
Yetsko frowned. "Part of the way, we gotta crawl through this conduit; it's only about a yard square. And we'd have to go up a ladder, and out a manhole, to get out of the conveyor tunnel. What sorta shape's Mr. Pelton in?"
"He's under hypnotaine, completely unconscious," Prestonby said.
"Then we'd have to drag him," Yetsko said. "Strap him up in a tarp, or load him into a sleeping bag, if we can get hold of one."
"There are plenty, down in the warehouse," Latterman interrupted, joining them. "And the warehouse is in our hands."