"Get that gun of mine," he commanded. "Hurry it now."
The girl ran into the cave-room; came back with it. She was trembling; white-faced. "Will—will they really kill you?"
"I hope not," Morgan said grimly. "We're not going to stick around here and let them try it. Nada, listen: you show me the way into those tunnels. Tell the goths to stay here, as they'll only complicate things."
The goths were sullenly watching, listening. At Nada's vehement command they slunk back, but they still watched Morgan suspiciously.
"Into the tunnels?" she stammered. "But why?"
He seized her arm.
"Yes. Come on." No use telling her that he was going to get her back to earth. She might put up an argument at leaving her animals. He ran with her, through the little cave-room, into a dim, glowing tunnel.
"This was the way you brought me in, wasn't it?" he presently demanded as they ran.
She nodded.