"From the outside," grumbled Moore, tugging with his chief. "It rolled—ha! It's opening! We've got it!"
The door was sliding open. A rush of water swept them half off balance, and they splashed into the flood when the Princess Illeria catapulted into them.
"Princess!" yelled Moore. "Good girl!"
Ross gripped her arm. "What's going on?"
"Panic," she panted, clinging to him. "Horta and his steadiest men are at the ray machine, fighting to keep the water out of the ray reservoir. The Queen went with him. I'm—afraid—"
"Cheer up," Ross consoled her. "And let's get out of this." He led the way out of the cell. Water was waist deep in the corridor. Ross pointed up an incline, where the swirling waters ran thinly. "Looks good," he suggested. He whirled then on Illeria. "Where do you suppose we could get some guns?"
"What good would they do?" growled Moore.
"There's that ray machine," Ross reminded him.
"Oh! Yes. But—" Moore shot a glance at the Princess. "Don't forget—the Queen—"
Ross scowled. "I know."