"Thank you, Little Father." Marah plunged into the cave, with the others on his heels. Campbell snarled, "They'll come and take us!"
Stella's sullen lips smiled wolfishly. "No. Watch."
The cave, the violet fire were suddenly gone. There was a queer darkness, a small electric shiver across Campbell's skin. He started, and the girl whispered:
"Telekinesis. They've built a wall of force around us. On the outside it seems to be rock like the cave wall."
Marah moved, the bosses on his kilt clinking slightly. "When the swine are gone, there's a trap in this hulk leading down to the pipe where your ship is. Now tell us your plan."
Campbell made a short, bitter laugh. "Plan, hell. It's a gamble on a fixed wheel, and you're fools if you play it."
"And if we don't?"
"I'm going anyway. The Kraylens—well, I owe them something."
"Tell us the plan."
He did, in rapid nervous sentences, crouched behind the shielding wall of thought from those alien brains. Marah laughed softly.