"Look there!" cried Dee. Ahead of them, a mile or so away, a blue light was standing up into the sky. There was a house near at hand, a Bas shack. From it a woman and two naked children came running out into the moonlight, panic-stricken at the dread words with which the air resounded. And then the words changed: "_Bas women will not be exiled! Bas children will be free!_" The woman in front of the shack clutched her children, listening, rejoicing--almost unbelieving. Dee had started the dogs forward again. Swiftly she explained to George what she thought it might mean--a radio proclamation from Fahn. In a few moments the light over the cavern had vanished; the voices in the air died away. George's mind reverted to their own situation; the incident had given him an idea. "Dee, where are Azeela and Toroh now?" She thought an instant; momentarily the mental bond with her sister had been broken. "Very near Orleen, she thinks. They have heard the voices. Toroh is very angry. He had hoped much that the Bas would rebel. It would have helped him." "Near Orleen!" George echoed. "Can't we get to the Anglese Cavern first?" "I think so." She had started Rotan into a run, but George called her to stop. Even at the risk of losing more precious time, he questioned her. "Dee, listen. Are the caverns of Orleen and Anglese City connected by radio?" "Yes," she said. "Then listen. We'll get to Anglese City first and tell them to inform the guards at Orleen. When Toroh and Azeela arrive they can seize them--if we warn them ahead." She nodded with instant comprehension. "All radio isn't broadcast audibly, is it?" he added. "No," she said. The dogs were running faster. She called back over her shoulder. "We'll do that. I'll tell Azeela." They swept forward, the dogs settling low to the ground as they ran. A great weight seemed to have lifted from George. It would be simple enough, after all--merely notify the Orleen Cavern by radio, and Toroh would be seized when he presented himself with Azeela. George contemplated the outcome. With Toroh in their hands, the Noth attack would collapse. There would be no war. It was a race then; the only thing that could go wrong would be if Toroh got to the other cavern first. Rotan and Dee were ahead; the girl's slight figure clinging to the dog showed in the moonlight. George whispered to Atal, thumped the dog's flank with his hand. As they caught up with Dee, he shouted, "Where's Azeela now? Will we make it?" "Yes," she answered. "I think so." The mountain that housed the cavern loomed ahead through the palms; houses lay to the right, the outskirts of Anglese City. Half a mile more and they would be there. Atal's upflung head brought George out of another reverie. The dog, still running at full speed, was sniffing the air. George heard Rotan growl, and Dee's sharp command for silence.