But waiting helplessly was far worse. At least he could try to fight.
He had forgotten to command his charges to halt. Glancing around, Garth saw something that made his eyes widen in incredulous amazement. Paula was walking toward the black curtain—the wall—
She stepped through it and vanished.
Brown followed her. Then another man. And another.
Last of all, Sampson, disappearing like a ghost through the blackness!
Heavy footsteps whirled Garth about. Down the corridor he could see the flashing gleams that heralded the Zarno. His tight grin was a grimace.
"The hell with you, pals," he said softly—and turned again. He raced in pursuit of the others.
Leaped through the dark curtain!
There was an instant of grinding, jolting shock that left him blind. He staggered, caught himself, and saw that he was in a passage that led toward a distant brightness. Silhouetted against the glow were the moving figures of his companions.