"And Haljan," the duty man gasped. "He went out—something wrong with Wilks' actions—"
The interior of the camp was in a turmoil. The men, awakened from sleep, ran out into the corridors shouting questions.
"An attack?"
"Is it an attack?"
"The brigands?"
But it was Wilks and Haljan in a fight up there on the cliff. The men crowded at the bull's-eye windows.
And over all the confusion the alarm siren, with no one thinking to shut it off, was screaming.
Grantline, momentarily stricken, stood gazing. One of the figures broke away from the other, bounded up to the summit from the stair platform to which they had both fallen. The other followed. They locked together, swaying at the brink. For an instant it seemed that they would go over; then they surged back, momentarily out of sight.
Grantline found his wits. "Stop them! I'll go out and stop them! What fools!"
He was hastily donning one of the Erentz suits. "Cut off that siren!"