Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
In my last attempt to spiral downward I rose rapidly feet foremost to a
sudden and surprising collision with some object above me. As I
frantically righted myself, fully expecting to be immediately seized by
a member of the air patrol, I found myself face to face with the corpse
of the warrior Gor Hajus had slain. The whistling of the air patrols
sounded ever nearer—it could be only a question of seconds now before I
was discovered—and with the stern necessity that confronted me, with
death looking me in the face, there burst upon me a possible avenue of
escape from my dilemma.
Seizing tightly with my left hand the harness of the dead Toonolian, I
whipped out my dagger and slashed his buoyancy belt a dozen times.
Instantly, as the rays escaped, his body started to drag me downward.
Our descent was rapid, but not precipitate, and it was but a matter of
seconds before we landed gently upon the scarlet sward of the gardens of
Mu Tel, Prince of the House of Kan, close beside a clump of heavy
shrubbery. Above me sounded the whistles of the circling patrols as I
dragged the corpse of the warrior into the concealing depth of the
foliage. Nor was I an instant too soon for safety, as almost immediately
the brilliant rays of a searchlight shot downward from the deck of a
small patrol ship, illuminating the open spaces of the garden all about
me. A hurried glance through the branches and the leaves of my sanctuary
revealed nothing of my companions and I breathed a sigh of relief in the
thought that they, too, had found concealment.
The light played for a short time about the gardens and then passed on,
as did the sound of the patrol’s whistles, as the search proceeded
elsewhere; thus giving me the assurance that no suspicion was directed
upon our hiding place.
Left in darkness I appropriated such of the weapons of the dead warrior
as I coveted, after having removed my equilibrimotor, which I was first
minded to destroy, but which I finally decided to moor to one of the
larger shrubs against the possibility that I might again have need for
it; and now, secure in the conviction that the danger of discovery by
the air patrol had passed, I left my concealment and started in search
of my companions.
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