His eyelids came down and up again, slowly, as though by a horrible effort. "Can you move, Snap?"
His right eyelid moved. Was his answer, no?
Anita and I had never felt so horrible a sense of aloneness as that which swept us in those succeeding minutes. A breeze was springing up in the lurid green night. It came from the mountains. It wafted across the nearby river, rippling the surface which was now green and sullen. We did not know where to go, what to do.
We found at last that we could untwist the stiffly clinging wire. We laid Venza and Snap on the rocks side-by-side, about thirty feet back from the river. The glowing wire had burned their clothes only a little, as the current was absorbed by the contact with their bodies.
His eyes seemed to be trying to talk to me. Anita rose from Venza: "Oh, Gregg, what shall we do? Can't we carry them?"
But where? To what purpose? Wild thoughts thronged me: Wandl's control station, bringing chaos and death upon Earth. Mars and Venus. What was that now to me? I thought of Molo's ship.
"Anita, if we can get to the Star-Streak, seize it and escape from this world...."
"Carry Snap and Venza there now? But we don't know where it is. Can we make Molo lead us?"
But Molo lay unconscious. I could not rouse him.