Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
The next moment we were all struggling there with those guards in a
wild mêlée, their deadly tubes knocked from their grasp by Jhul Din
in his leap upon them. With the strength and fury of despair we flung
ourselves upon them, rending their writhing bodies to fragments as
they sought to coil about us, our hoarse shouts rising above their
own hissing cries of fear and alarm. In but a moment, it seemed, we
were crushing the last of them beneath us, Jhul Din and one or two of
our crew leaping already toward the open door of our ship, while we
staggered up to follow. But as we did so there came from behind us
other hissing cries, and we whirled about, then stopped short. For
back from the street into which they had just gone were rushing the
serpent-crews of the ships behind us, a resistless horde that was
flashing upon us with the ghostly death-beams of their tubes stabbing
full toward us!
_8. The Hall of the Living Dead_
Racing forward as they were, the serpent-creatures rushing upon us
could only loose their death-beams at chance upon us, and it was that
alone that saved us, the deadly rays going wide except for one that
struck and annihilated two of our party in its wild whirling. Then,
before they could loose the beams again upon us, we had rushed forward
to meet them and were among them; while at the same moment I shouted
hoarsely over my shoulder to Jhul Din, who with his three followers
had reached now the open door of our ship, behind us, and who now had
hesitated for an instant as he saw our new foes rush down upon us.
"Go on, Jhul Din!" I cried. "Get away in the ship--we'll hold them till
you get clear----!"
Then we were meeting the serpent-creatures before us, and the next few
moments we seemed surrounded, weighed down, by a solid mass of writhing
bodies at which we struck crazily with the last of our strength. Even
as we struggled wildly, though, I heard above the shouts and hissing
cries about me the clang of the ship's space-doors, the swift humming
of its generators; then as I staggered clear of my opponents for a
moment I saw the great craft, with Jhul Din at the controls in its
pilot room, lifting suddenly from the clearing, slanting steeply upward
at immense speed, vanishing almost instantly in the crimson sunlight
above. I yelled with exultation at the sight, and then was pulled down
once more by my opponents, held tightly with Korus Kan and the others,
as with wild hissing cries the greater part of the serpent-creatures
rushed to their ships.
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