With a cry to look out, Ross at once brought the rope in strong galvanic circuit, hoping to hold the man before he let go, but though the fish they wanted had escaped, they hooked another, for at sight of the Martian climbing down the rope several had run to assist, and, just as he let go, a soldier, one of the guard, took hold of the rope to fling it aside, at the same time kicking away the coil on the ground with his unshod foot, when he found himself held. Instinctively, to save himself from falling, he grasped the rope with the other hand, and both minds and feet were fast. “Here’s luck, Ross!” shouted Dennis, “we’ve lost one and caught another; float him up quick,” and Ross at the switch-board quickly made him lighter and he was soon level with the doorway, when he was drawn in and the door closed, he still fast to the rope with both hands and feet. His gravity being restored, he lay on the floor perfectly helpless, telepathing unutterable things to his three captors, at whom he glared stolidly. “We only want one man,” said Gilbert, “and he’ll do as well as any.” “Yes,” assented Dennis, as he rolled the man over to see his face and telepath: “We told your people we would take three men in here and demonstrate the _Regina’s_ power—you make a fourth; now what have you done with our friend?” No answer. “What have you done with our friend?” again telepathed Dennis, his face set and hard. Still no answer. “Give him a bit more, Ross,” said Dennis, and a stronger current was sent along the rope to which the man’s hands and feet were still clinging, and the power of it made his wrists bend outwards and beads of perspiration began to form on his forehead and trickle down his face, but bravely he endured the torture and refused to tell where Godfrey was imprisoned. Seeing this Dennis continued: “Give him more, Ross; go on slowly till he tells or dies—one or the other.”