Brown nodded. "Sampson, get the men inside. Wait here for me. I'll be back as soon as I can."
A burly, beak-nosed fellow with a cast in one eye and flaming red hair saluted casually. "Right. Come on, boys. Hop through. Mind your packs."
Garth stared at Brown. "What d'you mean? Where—"
The Captain said, "We're taking Paula Trent with us."
"No! It's nearly suicide for us—she couldn't make it at all."
"She's tougher than you think. Besides, she's got the map. And she's an archaeologist. I can't read the Ancients' lingo. Can you?"
Garth shook his head. "I can speak it, that's all. But—"
"If we find what we're after, we'll need Paula Trent. She's down here somewhere. Let's go find her."
"I tell you—"
Brown brought out a gun and leveled it.