But Tolla was standing frozen, with all her anger gone and horror at what she had said flooding her.
“What do you mean, Tolla?” insisted Jane, seizing her. “What could you do with that giant projector?”
“Let me go!” Tolla tried to jerk away.
“I won’t let you go! Tell me what you were going to say!”
“Let me go!” Tolla got one hand loose and struck Jane in the face. But Jane again seized the wrist. In the scuffle they overturned a chair.
“I won’t let you go until you—”
And then Tako, Don and I, hearing the uproar, burst in upon them. Jane let go her hold, and Tolla broke into sobs, and sank to the floor.
And both of them were sullen and silent under our questioning.
CHAPTER X