More sounds, more tumult. Men suddenly torn between hope and abject terror. MacVickers said wearily into the fog, "If you help me, we can win the war for our worlds. Destroy this bell, start the Jovium working, destroy Io--victory for us. And if you don't, I hope you fry here and in Hell afterward." They wavered. MacVickers could hear their painful breathing, ragged with the emotion in them. Some of them started toward the sound of Pendleton's voice. Janu made an eerie wauling sound, like a hurt cat, and went for him. * * * * * MacVickers started to help, but the current froze him to the metal floor. He strained, feeling his nerves, his brain dissolving in a shuddering fire. He knew why the others had broken so soon. The current did things to you, inside. He couldn't see what was happening. The heavy mist choked his eyes, his throat, his nostrils. The pitching of the bell was a nightmare thing. Men thrashed and struggled and cursed. So he had killed the guards. So what. There were still the control boxes. If they didn't rush them before the oil settled, they wouldn't have a chance. Why not give up? Let himself dissolve into the blackness he was fighting off? A great pale shape came striding through the mist toward him. Birek. This was it, then. Well, he'd had his moment of fun. His fists came up in a bland, instinctive gesture. Birek laughed. The current made him jerk only a little, in his thin diamond sheathe. He bunched his shoulders and reached out. MacVickers felt himself ripped clear of the floor. In a second he was out of focus of the shocker and the pain was gone. He came nearest to fainting then, but Birek's huge hand shook him by the hair and Birek's voice shouted, "Tell 'em, little man! Tell 'em it's better to die quick, now, than go mad with fear." "Come on!" yelled Pendleton. "Here's our chance to show we're still men. Hurry up, you sons!" MacVickers looked at the Venusian's face. The terrible frozen fear was gone from his eyes. He wanted to die, now, quickly, fighting for vengeance. The gray, pinched face of Loris loomed abruptly out of the fog. It was suddenly young again, and the smile was genuine. He said, "Let's teach 'em to mind, Birek. MacVickers, I...." He shook his head, looking away. "You know." "I know. Hurry up with it." Pendleton's voice burst out of the fog, triumphantly. Janu crouched on the heaving deck, bleeding and whimpering. MacVickers yelled, "Who's with me? We're going to take the control boxes. Who wants to be a hero?" Birek laughed and threw him bodily up onto the catwalk overhead. Most of the men came forward then. The three or four that were left looked at the Martian and followed. Birek helped them up onto the catwalk. They were moving, now. It took only a few seconds. MacVickers divided them into two groups.