He leaped to Serku's side.
"I go with you," I heard.

"Some little I can tell you--" They were gone.
"Fine work!" muttered Larry.

"Nominated for a citizen of Ireland when we get out of this, one Rador of--" The Shadow trembled--shuddered into nothingness; the obelisked outposts that had held it framed a ribbon of roadway, high banked with verdure, vanishing in green distances.
And then from the portal sped a shriek, a death cry! It cut through the silence of the ebon pit like a whimpering arrow.

Before it had died, down the stairways came pouring the guards.

Those at the threshold raised their swords and peered within.