"What are you going to do?" Captain Higgins asked. Tactfully, since Craig had planned and executed the rescue attempt, Higgins was making no effort to exert his own authority. "If I understand correctly, they offer half of us a chance to live, if we surrender." "I don't believe they will keep any promise they make," Craig said slowly. "I think they are trying to trick us into surrendering. However I might be wrong. I am willing to put it to a vote. What do you say: Shall we surrender or shall we fight?" The narrow passage was full of sailors who had overheard everything that had been said. There was a moment of silence. Then a gruff voice growled. "I say fight!" A chorus instantly answered the first voice. "Fight the devils!" "They won't ever give us a chance if we surrender." "Fight our way out of here." Captain Higgins listened. "They're good boys," he said, a suspicious quaver in his voice. "All right," Craig said. "We fight. This temple is almost a fortress. In here, we can hold them off indefinitely. They don't have artillery, so they can't blast us out, and their planes have been destroyed, so they can't bomb us. We'll hold here until we have a chance to escape." In the back of his mind was the thought that they _did_ have a chance to escape. After all, phase four of the attack had not yet gone into operation. Phase four was due to start any minute now. "To the roof!" he ordered. By the time the five minutes of grace were up everybody was on the flat roof of the temple. The moon was just rising. It looked like a gigantic conflagration on the horizon. "Time is up!" Voronoff yelled, from some place of concealment. "What did you decide." "We decided you could go to hell!" Craig answered. "If you want us, you've got to come and get us." Hiding around the temple thousands of the Ogrum could be vaguely glimpsed. Captain Higgins surveyed the scene. "We command all approaches to the building," he said. "If they try to charge us, it will be slaughter. We've still got a chance, Craig." "You're damned right we have!" the big man answered. "Except," the captain continued thoughtfully, "for ammunition, food, and water, we're all right." "If we're not out of here by the time our ammunition runs out, we'll never escape," Craig answered. "However, we'll be out of here in an hour." "I hope you know what you're talking about," was Higgins' only comment. The Ogrum were making no attempt to attack. Craig circled the roof of the temple, seeing that sub-machine guns covered all approaches. A wind, moving from the direction of the swamp, brought with it the sound of the dinosaurs. The scene was like a setting from some fantastic movie--a full moon burning like a huge fire on the horizon, incredible beasts screaming in the night, a group of embattled humans on the roof of a temple as old as time. "We've got them!" Craig thought. "They can't get to us and they don't dare attack. If they wait an hour--"