Almost like the echo of his shout, a faint snarling cry rose from the corridor, outside. They heard a clicking, sliding, ominous sound; and, with instant comprehension, knew the truth.
"They've got up, some of them--somehow!" Stern cried. "They'll be at our throats, here, in a moment! Load! Load! You shoot--I'll give 'em Pulverite!"
No time,
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