The creature did not go down. Its arms closed about Vanning. He reversed the g*n and squeezed the trigger-button, but without result. Apparently the things were immune to their own weapons.
The amphitheatre was in an uproar. In a flashing glance Vanning noticed that the black pool far below was curiously disturbed. That didn't matter. What mattered was the devil that was seeking to break his back—
Lysla tore the g*n from Vanning's hand, firing it twice. The gnarled arms relaxed. But the two humans were almost hemmed in by the aroused Swamjas.
A burly body dived into the mob, followed by another one. Hobbs yelled, "Come on, kid! Fast!"
Hobbs and Zeeth! They, too, had come to the rescue. And none too soon!
The unexpected assault broke the ranks of the Swamja for an instant, and then the
