"He does not want to kill even one of them," Loto whispered. "Never before have the Bas been in open demonstration. It might spread to other cities--_anything might happen_." Fahn was now whispering into a tiny mouthpiece, talking to his guards at the cavern a mile or so away. From the cavern-mountain across the city, a blue-white shaft of light sprang into the sky. The Bas saw it and stared. And then suddenly the air seemed to be bursting with voices--four words, repeated by the audible radio that the cavern was sending out. "_Death to disloyal Bas! Death to disloyal Bas!_" A million aerial voices were proclaiming it everywhere. And then the words changed. "_We must win against Toroh! The Bas must help us win against Toroh!_" The threat and its so swiftly following appeal were irresistible. Mogruud shouted an enthusiastic answer to Fahn, and the crowd applauded. The voices in the air were presently stilled; the light over the cavern disappeared. And, still with his hands quietly on the parapet, Fahn again addressed the people below him. "Mogruud says the laws should be changed," Loto whispered swiftly to his father. "The Bas women should have their children without exile." Fahn seemed to make a sudden decision. He spoke again into his mouthpiece. Again the light sprang over the cavern. From the air came the words: "_Bas women will not be exiled! Bas children will be free!_" Surprised, awed, then frantic with joy, the crowd in the palace gardens took up the cry, and all over the island the radio voices were proclaiming it: "_Bas children will be free! The Scientists promise Bas children will be free!_" CHAPTER ELEVEN Still side by side, George and Dee rode back toward Anglese City. It was further than George had thought; then he realized that the girl had turned into a different road. He shouted a question at her. "A shorter way to the cavern," she explained. The wind whistling past them made conversation difficult. George understood that they were skirting the city to where the cavern stood on the other side. They were still in the open country; a road of white sand, palm lined, with a forest jungle all around, and only an occasional house. George's mind was in a turmoil. Toroh taking the other plane into time! Memory came to him of all those greater civilizations he and Rogers had seen though the centuries they had passed. Toroh was going back to those civilizations to secure weapons! The thought turned George cold all over. With the weapons from former, greater ages, Toroh and his army of Noths would be invincible. Words in the wind sweeping by startled George into sudden alertness. "_Death to disloyal Bas!_" It seemed as though some tiny voice had whispered it to him. Dee had checked both the dogs abruptly. "What's that?" George demanded. It came again: "_Death to disloyal Bas! Death to disloyal Bas!_" The air was whispering it, then calling it; a myriad voices echoed it everywhere.