"Panic," she panted, clinging to him. "Horta and his steadiest men
are at the ray machine, fighting to keep the water out of the ray
reservoir. The Queen went with him. I'm--afraid--"
"Cheer up," Ross consoled her. "And let's get out of this." He led the
way out of the cell. Water was waist deep in the corridor. Ross pointed
up an incline, where the swirling waters ran thinly. "Looks good," he
suggested. He whirled then on Illeria. "Where do you suppose we could
get some guns?"
"What good would they do?" growled Moore.
"There's that ray machine," Ross reminded him.
"Oh! Yes. But--" Moore shot a glance at the Princess. "Don't
forget--the Queen--"