Munson's voice came to his ears again. "It has been something of
a comedy to watch your clumsy progress," he mocked them, "though
unfortunately we can not allow you, of course, to proceed any farther."
His voice rose suddenly, the cords of his neck swelling with fury as
all amusement left him. "You fools! You try to wreck the greatest
scientific experiment ever conducted on this earth; try to save a
humanity, a race, as trivial as yourselves from the doom which we, the
masters of life, have decreed for them; try to make impossible the new
races which we life-masters shall give earth when the protoplasm floods
have swept all other life away!"
Then, as abruptly as that burst of insane fury had blazed up it calmed,
and the mocking gleam returned to his eyes. "Humanity is passing, even
now," he told them, "and as for you two--I think it best that you pass
with it----"
Ralton saw his pistol raised a little to bear full upon them, saw in
that infinitesimal instant the guns of the others upon them as their
hands tensed about their grips, their fingers about the triggers. In
that flashing instant it seemed to him that those black muzzles had
become, somehow, mighty round dark doorways down which he and all the
world were thundering to their doom. It was the end, for him as for the
world. The whole scene seemed withdrawn suddenly to a great distance,
made suddenly remote, in that instant before death leapt upon them. It
was the----
There was a sudden wild scream from Munson, wild shrieks from the
others, and Ralton came back to complete reality to see that the madmen
were rushing wildly toward great gray glistening masses of jelly-like
stuff that had flowed suddenly up over those edges, and were gliding
swiftly over it!
_The protoplasm masses below were pouring up onto the summit!_
* * * * *
Ralton and Mallett swayed there, stunned, transfixed; saw Munson and
the others fling themselves insanely upon the forward-gliding masses;
saw those masses tower up suddenly beneath that mad, fierce attack
and then crash down upon the struggling men, burying them in their
glistening folds; saw the insane struggle of the four ceasing abruptly
in swift suffocation, saw those masses leaping glidingly forward toward
themselves, great glistening arms forming and looping out toward them!
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