BLAINE RAISED THE CYLINDER level. With a roar, Ratan was on his feet. There was a soundless, vague little flash. Ratan, tensing his muscles for a leap abruptly relaxed, wavered.
“Quiet now! Stand still!” Blaine ordered sharply.
He stood listening, with the quiescent, blankly staring Ratan before him. Had Ratan’s roar of startled anger aroused any guards out in the corridor? It seemed not. There was only silence.
“Now we will go out of here,” Blaine said softly. “We will go out. You know where Robert Rance is now. You will lead me to him.”
With hands outstretched, the big Radak moved to the door, slid it open. At this moment Shorty and I were confined in another cave-cell not far away. Ratan knew it; he was leading Blaine there. But suddenly, at a corridor intersection, voices sounded!
