"Is this your plan?" he asked quietly.
Korm nodded shortly, testing a knot with heavy fingers.
Kimball Trent lifted his rifle. "I can blow the fence to pieces with a couple of shots?" he said.
"No!" Lura laid a slim hand on the rifle barrel. "We want no more noise than necessary. They discovered us early the last time we raided, and loosed the broks. We lost more than half of our group."
Trent shrugged. "All right, then, what do I do?"
"Sit and watch," Korm said shortly. "Cover us with your weapons."
Then he and Frong were in the open, walking steadily down the gentle slope, ropes coiled in their left hands, the spears couched in their right. And even as they began their march, a yellow rope sailed out of the trees across the enclosure, settled about the neck of a robot, tightened with a whiplike snap. The robot spun halfway about, then toppled with a metallic clatter.
"Ready?" Lura whispered.
Neela nodded, dark eyes worried and intent as she watched her husband and two companions pulling with all their strength upon the far rope.