"Don't be a damned fool!" Voronoff spat out the words. "We don't have a chance."
"No?"
"No! The Ogrum have planes and gas and everything else. If we jump them, they'll mow us down."
"What would you recommend that we do?" Craig asked. His voice was soft and there was a worried expression on his face. He looked like a man who is faced with a tough problem and is weighing all the possibilities before deciding what to do.
"There is only one thing to do," Voronoff snapped. "Get to hell away from here as fast as we can. Hide in the jungle. Maybe the Ogrum don't know there are any of us left alive. If we jump them, they'll know we're alive and they'll clean us out."
"Hmmm," Craig said thoughtfully. "You've probably got something there. But what about the men the Ogrum have captured?"
Voronoff shrugged indifferently. "They're done for," he said. "We can't help what happens to them."
A low growl came from the mass of sailors as Voronoff spoke.
"I suppose we really can't help what happens to them," Craig said. "But I, for one am going to try to help it. We need every able-bodied man we have. That includes you, Voronoff. Are you going with us or aren't you?"