Now Saturn and its rings and moons was dwindling swiftly behind us
as our great fleet shot forward again from it, out toward Neptune's
steady, pale-green little light-spot, and after the hundreds of
cylinders fleeing before us toward it. With an acceleration that
never before had we dared to risk did we leap forward through the
void now, and so awful was the pressure of that acceleration upon us
that even with our shock-absorbing apparatus we were crushed almost
into unconsciousness by it. Steadily, though, with the last of my
consciousness and strength, I held the space-flier's speed and course
onward, while close behind us there shot after us with the same
terrific acceleration, the fliers of our own fleet. We knew, though,
that the Neptunians were fleeing toward their great world at a speed
and acceleration as great as ours, for we were not gaining upon them.
Their massed hundreds of cylinders, indeed, were not visible to us in
the great void ahead except by means of our telescope, but with it we
could keep them in view and could check their progress and ours out
through the great gulf toward the solar system's edge.
Out--out--for hour upon hour we throbbed through the void after those
fleeing Neptunian cylinders, out once again toward great Neptune and
toward the last mighty battle that was to be ours there. For well
we knew that the two thousand and more Neptunian cylinders that had
waited for us there at Saturn, that had laid that great ambush in space
for us there and then had battled us so fiercely over Saturn, were
but a portion of the Neptunian main fleet of cylinders, sent out to
delay, and if possible, to destroy us. That great main body of their
cylinders, we knew, must number almost double as many craft as our
own, and undoubtedly was aware of our coming and was waiting for us at
Neptune or near it. And it was the great main body of the Neptunian
cylinders that we must overcome, I knew, before ever we could hope
to get to Triton and halt there the giant force-ray that was turning
the sun on toward the doom of the solar system. And well we knew, too,
that in the interval the Neptunians had had time to build many more
cylinders, to make their great fleet even greater, and that whatever
mighty weapons they had devised in that time we now must face.
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