And behind us the scores of onrushing cylinders were closer--closer!
Already toward us again from them were leaping the slender pale
force-rays, missing us at that distance but sweeping close about us.
With an utter tenseness of body and spirit, Marlin and I watched them
drawing closer, as our cylinder shot on through Triton's atmosphere.
Suddenly another storm of rays had shot and swept toward us from
behind, and one of those wild-whirling rays, in a single instant, clove
through the cylinder's uppermost sides like a sword of fire through
cardboard, slicing away completely the already-crumpled roof above
us and the upper half-dozen feet of the walls! Instantly a flood of
icy-cold air rushed in upon us and seemed in that moment to freeze us
through. At the same moment the throbbing generators ceased completely
to operate, the cylinder slowing swiftly on its rush forward, drifting
helplessly there in the outer reaches of Triton's atmosphere, while
from behind, like leaping creatures of prey, the scores of cylinders
rushed upon us!
Neither Marlin nor I voiced a cry in that moment. We could only stare
as if we were automatons, toward the onrushing cylinders, the oncoming
doom. We had run our course at last. It seemed in that moment that all
our bitter battle for freedom, our toilsome escape from our cell, our
flight through Triton's sleeping side, our stealing of the cylinder
and wild crash upward through the great roof's opening-section--that
all this futile flight of ours was reenacting itself with lightning
swiftness before my eyes. The swarming cylinders were almost on us,
holding their rays now as they saw us helpless until they were closer,
their great mass whirling straight toward us. And then, as I gripped
the control-standard before me, expectant in that instant of the end.
I saw that onrushing mass of cylinders suddenly shattered as though by
gigantic blows from above. I saw the scores of cylinders driven this
way and that in a single instant with colossal force, even as they
rushed to annihilate us! And I looked dazedly up, was looking up----
"_The space-flier!_" Marlin's insane cry was sounding there beside me.
"_It's the space-flier--and Whitely and Randall!_"
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