Curt swore inaudibly. "How long has he been gone?"
"Not long. You've only been gone twenty minutes." Jeffers shrugged. "Anyway, he acted crazy. Why worry about him?"
"Why? He'll ruin whatever chances we have! We've got to stop him!" Curt raced from the room, with Jeffers and Lorine pounding after him.
At the far cross-corridor Curt paused uncertainly, staring around.
"What's it about, Emmons?" Concern was in Jeffers' voice now. "What's that Martian up to?"
"Back there in the spacer—he spotted a Tele-Magnum! If he manages to operate it, the Zemmd is going to know it! We won't have a chance!"
VIII
Curt hurried to the right, not sure of his direction now in this underground place. But he stopped abruptly at the next corridor. His heart leaped. Huddled against the angle of the wall was the body of a man.
Curt turned him over. It was the man he knew as Frane! Twisted tightly around his throat, cutting into the flesh, was a plasticoid belt that Curt recognized as Tor's.