Indeed he did; for he paused, and took something else from his belt--a disk the size of his palm. This he held close to his face, studying it. "Televiso," explained Doriza. "It has limited power of identifying both sound and sight near at hand. The scout knows that enemy approach." * * * * * Still working his dials, Sporr made the scene slide along. The bright end of the tunnel came into view for some yards. All who watched leaned forward excitedly. "Newcomers," breathed Gederr, and added his familiar curse, "ill be their fate! They have one of those vibration-shields." "Warn the advance party," bade Stribakar, and Sporr, turning from his dials, muttered quickly into a speaking tube. The situation that thus interested and activated my companions was hard to make out. I saw only an indistinct fuzziness in a sort of niche against the tunnel wall. Doriza pointed. "A vibration-shield," she told me. "The Newcomers have such things. Some machine or other power stirs the molecules of air to such a new tempo as to create a plane of force. No missile, no light even, can penetrate. They are sheltered and all but indistinguishable. See, they go forward." The eddying cloud moved along the tunnel. We could see the scout again. He tucked away his disk and employed the ray-digger. Quickly he sank deeper and out of sight. "Burrowing in," pronounced Gederr. "If he succeeds in what he hopes--" "Spare him, you mean?" asked Stribakar, and Gederr nodded. The eddying blotch that marked the power-shield of the invaders came closer. I saw it approach the place where the scout had burrowed away. It paused there, as if those hidden by it were investigating. Then-- "Brave fellow!" cried Elonie, like someone at an exciting sports event or play. The scout had dug himself a little channel beneath the floor. Now he burst into view, beyond and behind the invaders. He held a pistol-weapon in each hand. One spat sparks--some sort of pellets or projectiles. The other was plainly a web-spinner like the one that first had bound me, and this he poised ready for use. His projectiles seemed to find an opening behind the power-shield. A human form lurched into view--a glowing, writhing form, like a man of red-hot metal. An agonized leap, a shudder, and the body fell, abruptly falling into clinkered bits. A moment later, the power-shield disturbance vanished, and there stood revealed two others, clad like the scout in earth-colored jumper over armor. "He got the power-shield man!" exulted Elonie. She was on her feet, applauding wildly. In the same second, I saw the scout point and discharge his spinner-gun. Whirling coils of cord struck, wound and tangled the two foremen. The scout's bearded mouth opened, as if he yelled in exultation.