Rrisa knelt by the prostrate man.

Then, while the Master kept the light-beam on him, Rrisa unbuckled the guard's belt, with cartridges and holster containing an ugly snouted gun.

This belt the Arab slung round his own body.

He arose.

In silence, leaving the unconscious man just as he had fallen, they once more pushed onward.
Lights were beginning to gleam ahead, now, in what appeared to be a long, high line.