But just then there was a deep-toned humming in the air. It was a vibrant tone, instinct with limitless power. It was the eighteen-hundred-foot landing grid, giving off that profoundly bass and vibrant, note it uttered while operating. Bordman looked up. The _Warlock_ was coming down. [Illustration] THE END +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | Transcriber's Notes & Errata | | | | This etext was produced from Astounding Science Fiction | | December 1955. Extensive research did not uncover any | | evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was | | renewed. | | | | Illustrations have been moved to their appropriate places in | | the text. | | | | The following typographical errors have been corrected. | | | | |Error |Correction | | | | | | | | |dessicated |desiccated | | | |Anglo-Anglo-Saxon--girls |Anglo-Saxon girls | | | |carrousel |carousel | | | |dessication |desiccation | | | |derelect |derelict | | | |sand-swept |sand swept | | +--------------------------------------------------------------+