He would have to force Raf into action if need be. He did
not use the mind touch; he knew now the unspoken resentment which
followed that. If it became necessary--Dalgard's hands balled into
fists--he would strike down the stranger--take from him--Swiftly he
turned his thoughts from that. It might be easy, now that he had
established mental contact with this off-worlder, for the other to
pick up a thought as vivid as that.
But luckily Raf obediently turned into the side passage with the six
mermen who were to attack at this particular point. The way grew
narrower until they crept on hands and knees between rough walls which
were not of the same construction as the larger tunnels. The smaller
mermen had no difficulty in getting through, but twice Raf's equipment
belt caught on projections and he had to fight his way free.
They crawled one by one into a ventilation shaft much like the one he
had climbed at the Center. Dalgard's whisper reached him.
"We are now in the building which houses their sky ship."
"I know that one," Raf returned almost eagerly, glad at last to be
back so close to familiar territory.
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