"Here's your easier
way to travel. These things must be some sort of dolly or truck. I saw
a lot of them where we first came out of the elevator, but I didn't
recognize them."
"And we didn't know how big the room is, either, so we didn't look for
means of transportation," added Zip.
"No wheels," said Joe, peering at the apparatus, "and doesn't need
them. Magnetic, probably, with this iron floor. Man," he said with
exaggerated disgust, "we could have floated in comfort the whole length
of the place."
"We're here now," said Zip, matter-of-factly. "What happens next? We'll
see if our friends are still with us."
The men waited for some sign of guidance, but there was only silence.
No lights were activated over an elevator. Minutes dragged on. "Try the
doors," said Zip at last, and walked to the nearest elevator. He
pressed buttons, but nothing happened. "Go on, try the other ones," he
called out with a wave of his hand. Some of the men went to the other
elevators and pressed buttons. Others went to the standard doors
adjacent to the elevators, but they did not open.
"Well, I guess we have to go back," said Joe. No one laughed.
"This one's open," called one of St. George's men. They all turned and
saw an open door-the tenth in a row of identical, unmarked doors along
the wall.
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