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of valleys and ridges⁠—contesting stubbornly every inch of position lost.

Roger experimented briefly with inertialessness. No use. As he had expected, they were prepared for that. He summoned a few of the ablest of his scientist-slaves and issued instructions. For minutes a host of robots toiled mightily, then a portion of the shield bulged out and became a tube extending beyond the attacking layers of force; a tube from which there erupted a beam of violence incredible. A beam behind which was every erg of energy that the gigantic mechanisms of the planetoid could yield. A beam that tore a hole through the redly impenetrable Nevian field and hurled itself upon the inner screen of the fish-shaped cruiser in frenzied incandescence. And was there, or was there not, a lesser eruption upon the other side⁠—an almost imperceptible flash, as though something had shot from the doomed planetoid out into space?

Nerado’s neck writhed convulsively as his tortured drivers whined and shrieked at the terrific overload; but Roger’s effort was far too intense to be long maintained. Generator after generator burned out, the defensive screen collapsed, and the red converter beam attacked voraciously the unresisting metal of those prodigious walls. Soon there was a terrific explosion as the pent-up air of the planetoid broke through its weakening container, and the sluggish river of allotropic iron flowed in an ever larger stream, ever faster.

“It is well that we had an unlimited supply of iron.” Nerado almost tied a knot in his neck as he spoke in huge relief. “With but the seven pounds remaining of our original supply, I fear that it would have been difficult to parry that last thrust.”

“Difficult?” asked the second in command. “We would now be free atoms in space. But what shall I do with this iron? Our reservoirs will not hold more than half of it. And how about that one ship which remains untouched?”

“Jettison enough supplies from the lower holds to make room for this lot. As for that one ship, let it go. We will be overloaded as it is, and it is of the utmost importance that we get back to Nevia as soon as possible.”

This, if Gharlane could have heard it, would have answered his question. All Arisia knew that it was necessary for the camera-ship to survive. The Nevians were interested only in iron; but the Eddorian, being a perfectionist, would not have been satisfied with anything less than the complete destruction of every vessel of Triplanetary’s fleet.

The Nevian spaceship moved away, sluggishly now because of its prodigious load. In their quarters in the fourth section the three Terrestrials, who had watched with strained attention the downfall and absorption of the planetoid, stared at each other with drawn faces. Clio broke the silence.

“Oh, Conway, this is ghastly! It’s⁠ ⁠
 it’s just simply too damned perfectly horrible!” she gasped, then recovered a measure of her customary spirit as she stared in surprise at Costigan’s face. For it was thoughtful, his eyes were bright and keen⁠—no trace of fear or disorganization was visible in any line of his hard young face.

“It’s not so good,” he admitted frankly. “I wish I wasn’t such a dumb cluck⁠—if Lyman Cleveland or Fred Rodebush were here they could help a lot, but I don’t know enough about any of their stuff to flag a handcar. I can’t even interpret that funny flash⁠—if it really was a flash⁠—that we saw.”

“Why bother about one little flash, after all that really did happen?” asked Clio, curiously.

“You think Roger launched something? He couldn’t have⁠—I didn’t see a thing,” Bradley argued.

“I don’t know what to think. I’ve never seen anything material sent out so fast that I couldn’t trace it with an ultra-wave⁠—but on the other hand, Roger’s got a lot of stuff that I never saw anywhere else. However, I don’t see that it has anything to do with the fix we’re in right now⁠—but at that, we might be worse off. We’re still breathing air, you notice, and if they don’t blanket my wave I can still talk.”

He put both hands into his pockets and spoke.

“Samms? Costigan. Put me on a recorder, quick⁠—I probably haven’t got much time,” and for ten minutes he talked, concisely and as rapidly as he could utter words, reporting clearly and exactly everything that had transpired. Suddenly he broke off, writhing in agony. Frantically he tore his shirt open and hurled a tiny object across the room.

“Wow!” he exclaimed. “They may be deaf, but they can certainly detect an ultra-wave, and what an interference they can set up on it! No, I’m not hurt,” he reassured the anxious girl, now at his side, “but it’s a good thing I had you out of circuit⁠—it would have jolted you loose from six or seven of your back teeth.”

“Have you any idea where they’re taking us?” she asked soberly.

“No,” he answered flatly, looking deep into her steadfast eyes. “No use lying to you⁠—if I know you at all you’d rather take it standing up. That talk of Jovians or Neptunians is the bunk⁠—nothing like that ever grew in our Solarian system. All the signs say that we’re going for a long ride.”

XI Nevian Strife

The Nevian spaceship was hurtling upon its way. Space-navigators both, the two Terrestrial officers soon discovered that it was even then moving with a velocity far above that of light and that it must be accelerating at a high rate, even though to them it seemed stationary⁠—they could feel only a gravitational force somewhat less than that of their native Earth.

Bradley, seasoned old campaigner that he was, had retired promptly as soon as he had completed a series of observations, and was sleeping soundly upon a pile of cushions in the first of the three interconnecting rooms. In the middle room, which was to be Clio’s, Costigan was standing very close to the girl, but was not touching her. His body was rigid, his face was tense and drawn.

“You are wrong, Conway; all

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