His foot blundered against something soft, he heard a hoarse scream under foot.

He heard shouts of "The Sleeper!" but he was too confused to speak.
He heard the green weapons crackling.

For a space he lost his individual will, became an atom in a panic, blind, unthinking, mechanical.

He thrust and pressed back and writhed in the pressure, kicked presently against a step, and found himself ascending a slope.

And abruptly the faces all about him leapt out of the black, visible, ghastly-white and astonished, terrified, perspiring, in a livid glare.