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I went to the mouth of the tunnel that led off toward the Marauthanian ruins.тАЬFratulon!тАЭ I shouted.

There was no answer. When I flashed my light further into the passage I saw a shadow flit into
another side corridor. An OothтАж

I couldnтАЩt imagine that Fratulon had been overcome by the mutants, who feared nothing more than
light. What had happened here during my absence?

I couldnтАЩt find any evidence that a struggle had occurred, so I finally turned to the righthand tunnel. If
Fratulon had found some reason for leaving the cavern, then he must have used this passage, since it led
toward the ruins we were heading for.

The tunnel led straight ahead, but I soon came upon a cross-passage. I swiftly turned my light beam
into it in both directions and saw more Ooths hastily ducking out of the illumination into the safety of
darkness.

There was nothing to be seen of Fratulon and Ice Claw. At the next cross passage the same
experience was repeated. Three Ooths had been lying in ambush for me there, but again the beam of the
hand light sent them screaming and fleeing in terror.
 тАЬFratulon!тАЭ

Still no answer.

I became uneasy. I couldnтАЩt understand how old Sawbones and the chretkor could simply disappear.
I had not been gone long enough for them to have covered much distance in the tunnel. They simply had
to hear my calls!

In my perplexity I wandered into a side passage. Instead of being straight, however, it twisted in a
serpentine fashion so that I could only see a few paces ahead. It seemed that I could hear sounds ahead
of me which receded as I progressed. Therefore I began to move along more swiftly.

Just now it was immaterial who might be ahead of me. It made no difference whether it was an Ooth
or a Zagor. I would intercept him and try to find out from him if he knew anything about what happened
to Fratulon and Ice Claw.

When I came around the next bend I saw that the torturous passage suddenly came to an end. Right
in front of me was an Ooth who was desperately trying to climb up the smooth wall. He supported
himself against the wall with his legs and arms and even managed to ascend a few feet, but then he
slipped back again.

Then he realized that he was cornered and faced me ready to fight. Shielding his light-sensitive face
with his hands, he turned toward me and crouched, prepared to spring in attack.

I pressed against the seamless wall while holding the hand lamp away from me. Since the light blinded
him he would have to focus his charge in that direction, presuming me to be still in the middle of the
passage.

In the very moment that he started his leap, a hand reached out of the wall and pulled me through with
a mighty tug. It was not actually fingers that covered my mouth, but talons. I was surrounded by