'This way,' Gramp yelled and leaped away, heading for the cut bank.
The line of charging horrors was nearer when they reached the natural fortress.
Gramp looked at Jurg Tec.
'Marshy,' he croaked, 'if you never fit before, get ready for it now.'
Jurg Tec nodded grimly, his flame pistol in his fist.
The senator whimpered.
Gramp swung on him, drew back his fist and let drive a blow that caught the senator in the center of his breast-plate and sent him sprawling.
Gramp snarled at him.
'Get out your gun, dang you,' he shrieked, 'and pretend you are a man.'
The bunched monsters were closing in-a leaping, frightful mass of beasts that gleamed weirdly in the moon- and primary light. Massive jaws and cruel, taloned claw and whipping tentacles.