"What do we do now?" demanded Dex with a shaky laugh. "You're chief of this expedition. I'm waiting for orders."
"We wait right here," replied Brand. "We're safe in the shell till we're starved out. At least they can't get in to attack us."
But it developed that, while the slimy looking things might not be able to get in, they had ways of reaching the Earthmen just the same!
he creature with the gun-like tube extended it somewhat further toward Brand.
Brand felt a sharp, unpleasant tingle shoot through his body, as though he had received an electric shock. He winced, and cried out at the sudden pain of it.
"What's the matter—" Dex began. But hardly had the words left his mouth when he, too, felt the shock. A couple of good, hearty Earth oaths exploded from his lips.
The repulsive creature outside made an authoritative gesture. He seemed to be beckoning to them, his huge dull eyes glaring threateningly at the same moment.
"Our beanpole friend is suggesting that we get out of the shell and stay awhile," said Dex with grim humor. "They seem anxious to entertain us—ouch!"