Several figures rushed from the bushes. They were panic-stricken passengers. In alarm, despite the warning cry the captain hurled at them, they rushed straight past the advancing figures with their encumbering spirals. Frightened, bewildered, and hemmed in by the play of lightning, they ran directly in the path of the electric fence. The crackling bolts enfolded three of them before the fourth became startled out of his madness, retreating from the flashing death. One of the spiral clad figures turned and regarded the frightened man for a moment. Raising his electric pistol, he fired, and the passenger from the ill-fated _C-49_ joined his companions who had futilely rushed the electric barrier. A voice from the space ship of the brigands suddenly gave out an order. The voice came from a speaker and was many times amplified. "Crew and passengers of the _C-49_--come out in the open. Bring the platinum with you. Keep away from the electric fence unless you wish to die. Come out--or we shall come in and hunt you down." The spiralled figures inside the fence had stopped at sound of the voice and were waiting for us to comply with the order from the space ship. More of the brigands in their electric resistors were advancing through the lightning bolts which crackled noisily. The powerful voltage danced and played upon the spirals, disappearing into the ground. Cragley paused, undecided. Lines of broken resolve creased his face. Previously, he had remained strong and stubborn in the face of overwhelming adversity when chances were slim. There now remained not even the slimmest of chances, and stubborn courage yielded to reason. "I guess the game's up, Quentin." He turned to regard his under officer in speculation. Quentin waited for his captain's orders. Again came the voice from the outlaw craft in its strident tones. They were tinged with a touch of impatience. "Show yourselves inside of one minute, or else be executed at once! Unless----" "Hold out!" cried a new voice from the speaker, breaking in upon the first voice. "You have friends on----" Then came sounds of scuffling. To our ears came imprecations and curses. "Don't go out there!" warned the second voice in laboring gasps. "Stay----" With a sudden snap, the speaker was cut off. Nothing more was heard. For a moment the lightning bolts comprising the electric fence flashed out--then reappeared. A few seconds later they disappeared once more, returning shortly to flicker in a peculiar manner. It was evident that some sort of a struggle was taking place inside the outlaw ship. The electric display crackled and sputtered louder than ever. With a sudden, explosive thunder clap, the four terminal posts blew to pieces.