She turned, and saw, and fled. And the ochre flame mushroomed into the
heart of the still-charging Titanians. Their charge stilled, faltered,
wavered, died. The stench of charred bodies was nauseous. Then there
were screams of fear--and the Titanians were in rout!
Into the small cave they pursued them; from it but a handfull of the
silver-pelted savages escaped. And when the last living invader had
disappeared, Greg turned to his exhausted followers with a smile of
weary triumph.
"We'll see no more of them," he promised. "Already the snow is a foot
deep. By morning both caves will be completely walled in. And I think
we've taught them to fear us. What, 'Tina?"
For she was standing before him; her eyes were cool and positive ...
there was decision in her tone.
"I thought it was all over for us a moment ago," she said. "And I knew,
then, Greg, that it was a mistake for me to die without having told
you. I promised myself that if a miracle occurred ... and we should
live ... I would tell you."