A voice, calling from outside the room, made the girl look up into his face with new terror. "Others are coming," she whispered tensely and huddled up against him. The Very Young Man saw that the room had two doors--the one through which he had entered, and another in one of its other walls. There were no windows. He pulled the girl now towards the further door, but she held him back. "They come that way," she whispered. Another voice sounded behind him and the Very Young Man knew that a man was coming up along the passageway from the front entrance. Targo's men! He remembered now the skulking figure he had seen outside the house. There were more than two, for now he heard other voices, and some one calling Targo's name. He held the girl closer and stood motionless. Like rats in a trap, he thought. He felt the fingers of his right hand holding something heavy. It was a piece of stone--the stone he had looked at through the microscope--the stone with which he had struck Targo. He smiled to himself, and slipped it into his pocket. The girl had slowly pulled him over to the inner wall of the room. The footsteps came closer. They would be here in a moment. The Very Young Man wondered how he should fight them all; then he thought of the knife that was still in the murdered man's body. He thought he ought to get it now while there was still time. He heard a click and the wall against which he and the girl were leaning yielded with their weight. A door swung open--a door the Very Young Man had not seen before. The girl pulled him through the doorway, and swung the door softly closed behind them. The Very Young Man found himself now in a long, narrow room with a very high ceiling. It had, apparently, no other door, and no windows. It was evidently a storeroom--piled high with what looked like boxes, and with bales of silks and other fabrics. The Very Young Man looked around him hastily. Then he let go of the girl, and, since locks were unknown in this world, began piling as many heavy objects as possible against the door. The girl tried to help him, but he pushed her away. Once he put his ear to the door and listened. He heard voices outside in the strange Oroid tongue. The girl stood beside him. "They are lifting Targo up. He speaks; he is not dead," she whispered. For several minutes they stood there listening. The voices continued in a low murmur. "They'll know we are in here," said the Very Young Man finally, in an undertone. "Is there any other way out of this room?"