Sewell Peaslee Wright, The Infra-Medians
“ Twice again, before we reached the ramp they guarded, the angry attendants of the idol fell before our guns. Then, hurrying down ramp after ramp, corridor after corridor, fighting the rushing mob all the way, we came at last, shaking with weariness and gasping for breath, to the deserted streets of this black and terrible city.“Are we free?” whispered Hope, holding tightly to my arm. “Are we really free?”“I hope so, dear. We seem to be. If we can only reach the spot where we entered this insane world before something happens—”“How much time have we?” interrupted Vic. ”
