"But they cut the end off your bus all right!" A full quarter of the hindward whorl was gone, sliced off cleanly.
Rador noted it with anxious eyes.
"That is bad," he said, "but not too bad perhaps.

All depends upon how closely Lugur and his men can follow us." He raised a hand to O'Keefe in salute.
"But to you, _Larree_, I owe my life--not even the _Keth_ could have been as swift to save me as that death flame of yours--friend!" The Irishman waved an airy hand.
"Serku"-- the green dwarf drew from his girdle the bloodstained poniard--"Serku I was forced to slay.

Even as he raised the Shadow the globe gave the alarm.

Lugur follows with twice ten times ten of his best--" He hesitated.

"Though we have escaped the Shadow it has taken toll of our swiftness.