"Who took her?"
"Jahnt—he—"
The blood choked her. But I had no interest in hearing more. Jahnt!
"Why—he's got the secret of those weapons now!" Jim gasped. "Get the idea, Art?"
The commotion had brought others. They all stood milling, helpless, frightened. Jim and I shoved them away.
"He'd probably head for the broken city," Jim said. "It's much closer to here."
"That he might do," Prytan agreed. "And where is his Midge—you people—you have seen little Ort lately?"
"Jahnt could send that Midge flying to Shanga to tell Curtmann about the weapons," I suggested.
Old Prytan could only stammer assent to the possibility. And if Curtmann and his ruffians got to that cache before we could get there, that indeed would be the end of any possibility of overcoming him.
"Where is Meeta?" I demanded. "Meeta knows the location of the broken city."