Never could there have been flight more nightmare-like than that of
Marlin and myself through the dark compartments of Triton's dark
side, in blind search for the cylinders which alone held out to us
any chance of escape. Through the sleep-compartments, with their
masses of open-eyed and sleeping disk-bodied Neptunians, through the
compartments where reared the great glowing globes whose radiated heat
alone held back the cold doom that so long had threatened these strange
beings, through compartment after compartment in a flight made more
grotesque and unreal to us by the strange method of our progress; by
the strange, great, smooth leaps that we made instead of steps, great
floating leaps of a score of feet in which we rushed through the dark
sleeping compartments, reckless now of the few Neptunians who might
be waking and moving upon the dark side. Then suddenly as we leaped
toward the door of still another sleep-compartment, poised an instant
to leap through that low door, we halted, gazed with abruptly-flaring
hope ahead. For the next compartment, we saw, was a rectangular one
and greater in size than any we had passed through as yet, and in
it there stood the great gleaming shapes of a score or more of the
cylinder-fliers that we sought!
With hearts pounding Marlin and I crouched in the low door, gazing
through the darkness toward those great cylinders, that gleamed a
little in the feeble light that came down upon Triton's dark side from
the stars through the great roof overhead. We saw that the low doors
in the sides of those cylinders, near the bases, were open, and from
them there came to us the throbbing of their mechanisms, inside! It
was evident that these were part of the countless cylinders used to
help in transporting the Neptunian hordes from dark side to sunward
side of Triton, and _vice versa_, and it was equally evident from those
throbbing mechanisms' operation, that the hour of awakening for those
hordes was at hand and that these were waiting for that awakening. For
there stood also, between us and the nearest of the cylinders, three
tube-armed Neptunians who were conversing in brief, snapping speech as
they waited!
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