"It'll take a year to search this maze," Thorp growled.
Joel stopped, wiped the sweat out of his eyes. Glancing through the customary mirror, he saw a narrow passage down which a man was walking.
"Hold it!" he said. He waited until the serf was passing the mirror, touched the switch. The panel slid aside. The serf jerked his head around. Joel hit him in the temple with his clubbed fist.
The rebel smashed into the wall across the corridor. Before he could fall, Joel grabbed him by the collar, hauled him into the passage. The panel clicked shut.
"Jupiter!" Thorp breathed. "Did you kill him?"
"No. He's just stunned." Joel slapped the man's face, shook him.
The rebel opened his eyes, stared at Joel groggily. Then he let out a yell, tried to heave himself to his feet.
Joel shoved him back to the floor. "Yell your head off. Nobody can hear you."
The man stopped yelling. "What's the idea?" he demanded.
"Who's in charge here?"