“Then let’s take it and go,” I suggested.
“Can we go?” inquired Chaka.
Not just then, I realized perfectly.
After giving us ample time for our breakfast the young officer reappeared. He was accompanied by a single soldier bearing over his arm a number of white togas.
“I am commanded to take the strangers before the Tribunal,” he announced.
“Very well,” said Paul. “We are ready to go.”
“You must go unarmed.”
At a signal from Allerton we laid down our guns and revolvers, drew our knives and placed all in a heap upon the floor. We stuck to the electrites.
“Remove your flying clothes,” commanded the officer.
“We refuse to do that,” said Paul, firmly.