Ruth and Drake are on their way to the break we came through.

Hurry!" "All right.

Just a minute," he called.
I heard him empty his magazine with almost machine-gun quickness.
There was a short pause, and down the broken steps he leaped, gray eyes blazing.
"The pony ?" He ran beside me toward the portal.

"All my ammunition is on him." "Chiu-Ming's taking care of that," I gasped.
We darted out of the gateway.

A good five hundred yards away were Ruth and Drake, running straight to the green tunnel's mouth.