"That would be pretty hard to do now," said Zor Ala. "The Kralons have turned the spotlights on the stockade, and apparently are sending out guards. I'm afraid Randall will have to take care of himself for the present."
"Say, how about Jackson?" said McClellan.
"He's back," replied Lanson. "According to his story, he was caught in the Hive corridor."
"Too bad," remarked McClellan laconically, leaving a doubt as to what was too bad.
Zor Ala and Lanson grinned appreciatively, but McClellan was deeply absorbed in thought.
"We've got to do something to help Randall!" he insisted. "That's why the doctor and I left him and came to the stockade.—To get help!"
"How?" asked Zor Ala.
McClellan shrugged helplessly.
Then his dilemma was solved by a voice outside the hut which asked: "May I come in?"
"Randall!" shouted McClellan exuberantly.