"Greetings, Jerran. Why did you leave the machine?"
"Nothing doing there. The gods are sitting on the horizon. Have you a thought?"
"See that mine?" He pointed with his gory pick. "Isn't that the western entrance of the great mine of Rosk?"
Jerran took his bearings. "It is."
"Then the other entrance is back yonder, and through it we can traverse the mine and come out that hole-above the squires."
Jerran nodded. "The best plan under the circumstances. Let's go."
Rack said, "I come too."
"Yes, all of us save four men," agreed Revel. "They must stay here to create noise and pretend to be forty people. Give us ten minutes, and the squires will find that mine shaft erupting death all over them!"