The green dwarf gripped my arm again.
"Quick!" he cried again.

"The handmaiden has passed!" At the right of the Portal ran a low wall of shattered rock.

Over this we raced like rabbits.

Hidden behind it was a narrow path.

Crouching, Rador in the lead, we sped along it; three hundred, four hundred yards we raced--and the path ended in a _cul de sac_! To our ears was borne a louder shouting.
The first of the pursuing shells had swept over the lip of the great bowl, poised for a moment as we had and then began a cautious descent.
Within it, scanning the slopes, I saw Lugur.
"A little closer and I'll get him!" whispered Larry viciously.