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Any Quabos that were too near the tunnel entrance would be swept down too. In silence we approached the edge of the great trough and stared down. There was a stratum of black granite, fortunately only about thirty feet thick at this point, and then the depths! A low roar reached our ears from far, far beneath us. A steady blast of ice cold air fanned up against us.
And with every breath we drew, waking or sleeping, we realized that the cold blooded, inhuman invaders had crept a fraction of an inch closer in their tunneling. The Quabos against the Zyobites! Fish against man! Two diametrically opposed species of life in a struggle to the death! Which of us would survive? The hour of the struggle approached.
A touch at my grisly antagonist's helmet a sharp crack the welcome rush of water over the cream-colored grass and another monster was writhing in the death throes! Keeping close together, the three of us faced the massed Quabos in the palace grounds. Again and again the fiery weapon of one or the other of us was dashed out to be re-lighted from the nearest hose.
Like lightning the nearest Quabos darted after it. In a moment the prey was torn to bits by the ravenous monsters. The other side of the story was immediately portrayed to us. With the emerging of the reckless Quabos, a sea-serpent appeared from above and snapped up three of their number.
There, in perfect security, only to be reached by the diving chamber that could be sealed at will by the twenty-yard, counterbalanced lock, the Quabos would be even more protected than in their former runways. So they were working day and night to invade Aga's city! "But Aga," I interrupted impulsively at this point. "If these monsters are fishes, how could they live here in air "
Our little army with about a fourth of its number gone had only to guard the ditch and see that none of the Quabos caught the edges as they hurtled out of their passage. For perhaps ten minutes longer the water poured from the break in the wall, with now and then a doomed Quabo that goggled horribly at us as it was dashed down the hole in the floor to whatever awesome depths were beneath.
The Quabos were grim beings that were more intelligent than Aga's fish-servants even, she thought, more intelligent than humans themselves. They had existed in their dark hole, as far as the Zyobites knew, from the beginning of time. Through the countless centuries they had constructed for themselves a vast series of dens in the rock. There they had hidden away from the deep-sea dangers.
The Quabos were about to break in upon us! With a crash that made the solid rock tremble, a section of the wall collapsed. It was the top half of the end of the Quabos' tunnel. They had so wrought that the lower half stayed in place a thing we did not have time to recognize as significant until later.
"We mustn't let them get away to try some new scheme!" he snapped. "Martin, take fifty men and beat them back to the break in the wall. Go around a side street. They move so slowly that you can easily cut off their retreat." "There isn't any more hose " began Stanley. "There's plenty of it. The Quabos brought it with them." The Professor turned to me again. "Take metal-saws with you.
The Quabos realized their new danger instantly, and devoted all their efforts to extinguishing our torches. We parried and thrust with the flaming hoses in an equally desperate effort to prevent it. One of them scuttled toward me like a great crab. A tentacle darted toward my right arm. Another was pressed against the nozzle.
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