Had they orders to take us alive--at whatever cost to themselves?
"I've got only about ten cartridges left, Martin," I told him.
"We've saved Ruth anyway," he said.

"Drake ought to be able to hold that hole in the wall.

He's got lots of ammunition on the pony.

But they've got us." Another wild shouting; down swept the pack.
We leaped to our feet, sent our last bullets into them; stood ready, rifles clubbed to meet the rush.

I heard Ruth scream-- What was the matter with the armored men?
Why had they halted?
What was it at which they were glaring over our heads?
And why had the rifle fire of Ruth and Drake ceased so abruptly?
Simultaneously we turned.
Within the black background of the fissure stood a shape, an apparition, a woman--beautiful, awesome, incredible! She was tall, standing there swathed from chin to feet in clinging veils of pale amber, she seemed taller even than tall Drake.