too." But I had her and I hardly cared. The rest of them had got away.
My smash of the glass, with Keeban's yell—and more than that, his example—had given the start. Now shots were speeding them along. I didn't know who was shooting; they were out of the laboratories; and still they were going away.
I had that ceiling over the glass room open; I did that before I cut my cords. Now, by sawing against the glass, I freed my wrists and I had off Doris's cords.
The fight outside—still I did not know who was fighting—had passed from that wide room where the elevator was; it went farther or it went down.
I got out of the glass room and around to that cock in the pipe which Keeban had turned.
The valve was turned tight; no doubt about it; for I twisted it half a turn open and twisted it back again to make sure. "He didn't give you the gas!" I called to Doris. "It wasn't turned on!"
Then he came back into the room, bloody and leaping; and he was Jerry! The change, which I'd given up hoping for, had come over him.
"Steve!" he called to me. "Steve! Come
