CHAPTER 7The rough-skinned Martian who subdued Tommy Wilks, pressed him against the wall of the tunnel and used Tommy’s own flashlight for purposes of inspection. He growled a few unintelligible words and seemed to be debating a problem.
Tommy watched him silently, warily, without fear. He had ceased struggling because it was useless but his mind was alert.
He had no way of knowing the Martian was in a quandary. He had been sent to check the tunnel entrance in the stone hutch on the Wilks farm. But he had come upon Tommy halfway to his objective. Should he take Tommy to his superiors, or finish his original mission? It was indeed a problem.
The Martian was not too bright. Also, he was lazy. The capturing of this Terran changed things, he told himself. He would take the boy to the termin
