Just like the voice said.”
He nodded, still watching the Hellhounds. She came down the steps and stood beside him.
"We haven't got a chance against them," she said. "They are brutes, strong.
They are trained for war. Killing is their business.”
The Hellhounds were walking out from their ship, heading cautiously and slowly toward the Earth ship.
"Not too sure of themselves yet," said Gary. "Probably we don't look too formidable to them, but they aren't taking any chances… not yet. In a little while they'll figure that we're comparatively harmless and they'll make their play.”
The Hellhounds were dog-trotting now, their scaly bodies glistening redly in the sun, their blunt feet lifting little puffs of dust as they ran along.
"What are we going to do, Gary?" Caroline asked.
"Fort up," said Gary. "Fort up and do some thinking. We can't lick these things, hand to hand and rough and tumble. It would be like trying to wrestle a combined alligator and grizzly bear.”
"Fort up? You mean the ship.”