Then Venza's voice: "It's letting me talk. We're better now." They were recovering, Anita was bending over them. "Gregg, they're all right. The shock is wearing off, thank God." But I did not dare move to them. My light on the snarling thing across the cave held it, but I did not dare to relax my attention. I called, "Stay with them, Anita." I moved slowly forward, holding the beam steady. The cave floor was littered with loose stones and boulders. Ten feet from the pinned animal I selected a great chunk of rock. It towered in my hand, but the weight of it was only a few pounds. The gravity held the animal as though I had pinned it by a pole. From the distance of a few feet I heaved the boulder. The palpitating head mashed against the wall. The body and the pulp of the head and the boulder sank to the floor when I removed the beam. "Snap, thank God you've recovered! And you, Venza!" Anita and I sat with them. They had been fully conscious all the while, but they were out of it now. An hour passed while we sat crouched, listening to the storm. "It's letting up," Venza said out of a silence. Anita was sitting over the prone form of Molo. He had stirred and mumbled several times. "Let's see if we can get out of here," Snap suggested. Rocks had fallen and blocked the only exit from the cave. But to our strength, even the hugest of the rocks was movable. "Shall we try it now, Gregg?" As though we were elephants, heaving and pushing, we struggled with the litter choking the passage. There was a danger that the whole thing would cave in on us; but we were careful of that. We tossed the small rocks aside like pebbles. There was one main mass. Together we pulled and tugged and shifted it. A small opening was disclosed, large enough for our bodies. The wind puffed in through it. The girls called us. Molo had regained consciousness. The blow from the rock had only stunned him. We bound his wrists with a portion of his belt which we cut into strips. "What is it you do with me? Is Wyk dead?" "Yes." He lay silent and sullen. "Look here, Molo, we're going to get out of this, and you're going to help us. If you don't...." The knife which we had taken from him to cut his belt was in my hand. I drew its blade lightly across his throat. "Will you talk freely and truthfully?" "Yes, I will talk the truth." "Do you know where the control station is located?" "Yes." "Where?" "Not far." "The hell with that!" Snap burst out. "Get it meshed in your mind, Molo, that we're in no mood for talk like that. How far is it?" "On Earth you would call it ten miles." "In these mountains?" "He told us it was," said Anita. "Underground." "Do you know where your ship is?" I persisted. He told us that it was some thirty miles in another direction, not in the mountains, but in the outskirts of a city like Wor. It was equipped and ready for flight, all but the assembling of its crew.