She fumbled in the darkness a moment, then a darker patch showed as a door swung open in the side of the pit. They filed into the solid blackness after her and the door thudded shut. The beam of a torch stabbed through the darkness and they clambered precariously down a steep, steel stairway. "Where the dickens are we?" Brian whispered hoarsely. "Oh, you don't have to whisper, we're safe enough here. This is one of the air shafts leading down to the old mines." "Old mines? What old mines?" "That's something you newcomers don't know anything about. This whole area was worked out long before Venus Consolidated came to the planet. These old tunnels run all under the city." They went five hundred feet down the air shaft before they reached a level tunnel. "What do we do? Hide here?" "I should say not. Serono Zeburzac, head of McHague's secret police will be after us now. We won't be safe anywhere near Venus City." "Don't be crazy. That Serono Zeburzac stuff is just a legend McHague keeps up to scare people with." "That's what you think," Crystal snapped. "McHague's legend got my father and he'll get all of us unless we run the whole company right off the planet." "Well, what the dickens does he look like?" Brian asked doubtfully. "I don't know, but his left hand is missing. Dad did some good shooting before he died," she said grimly. Brian was startled at the icy hardness of her voice. Two of the rebels pulled a screening tarpaulin aside and revealed one of the old-type ore cars that must have been used in the ancient mines. A brand-new atomic motor gleamed incongruously at one end. The rebels crowded into it and they went rumbling swiftly down the echoing passage. The lights of the car showed the old working, rotten and crumbling, fallen in in some places and signs of new work where the rebels had cleared away the debris of years. Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a twisting, tortuous course for half an hour, switching from one tunnel to another repeatedly until he had lost all conception of direction. Crystal James, at the controls, seemed to know exactly where they were going. The tunnel emerged in a huge cavern that gloomed darkly away in every direction. The towering, massive remains of old machinery, eroded and rotten with age crouched like ancient, watching skeletons. "These were the old stamp mills," the girl said, and her voice seemed to be swallowed to a whisper in the vast, echoing darkness. Between two rows of sentinel ruins they came suddenly on two slim Venusian atmospheric ships. Dim light spilled over them from a ragged gash in the wall of the cavern. Brian followed Crystal into the smaller of the two ships and the rest of the rebels manned the other. "Wait a minute, how do we get out of here?" Brian demanded. "Through that hole up there," the girl said matter-of-factly. "You're crazy, you can't get through there."