"Not long. _You've_ only been gone twenty minutes." Jeffers shrugged.
"Anyway, he acted crazy. Why worry about him?"
"Why? He'll ruin whatever chances we have! We've got to stop him!" Curt
raced from the room, with Jeffers and Lorine pounding after him.
At the far cross-corridor Curt paused uncertainly, staring around.
"What's it about, Emmons?" Concern was in Jeffers' voice now. "What's
that Martian up to?"
"Back there in the spacer--he spotted a Tele-Magnum! If he manages to
operate it, the Zemmd is going to know it! We won't have a chance!"