To right and left, like light, drove the deadly weapon-rays of our
massed space-fliers as we seized the opportunity and leaped upon the
Neptunians. Ample was the revenge we had upon them in that moment,
since the concentrated rays tore through and wrecked hundreds of their
own cylinders as we sprang upon them! Fleeing from before us for the
moment, flashing away toward giant Neptune's tremendous green disk
ahead, they strove to reform while we leaped after them and harried
them with every weapon-ray which our space-fliers could emit. Swiftly,
though, even as they rushed onward before us, the Neptunian cylinders
were drawing together into a great mass again, into a great column-like
formation, and as our own column-mass drove beside and after them
with weapon-rays stabbing, their resistance abruptly stiffened, and
they were racing in close formation once more beside our own mighty
fleet, grappling once more with it in space as both rushed toward great
Neptune. But we had struck a mighty blow at their disorganized masses
in the moment of our opportunity. Fully two thousand of their cylinders
had been swept to death by our rays before they had been able to mass
again, and now but six thousand or less cylinders remained, racing
ahead with our own four thousand or less fliers!
The great green sphere of Neptune was looming colossal ahead and
slightly beneath our two oncoming fleets, with behind and above it
the bright little disk of Triton. It was toward Triton even in that
wild moment that all of us were gazing, toward the source of the giant
sun-ray that we must, somehow, halt. But now the battle around us had
become so furious that we could spare no thought to aught else, since
the two mighty fleets, stabbing ceaselessly at each other with their
slender rays as they slowed their flashing progress forward, were
rushing into the outer reaches of the atmosphere of huge Neptune! Its
air was roaring about our whirling space-fliers as we shot through it,
but as we shot on we saw that the Neptunian cylinders were going into
annihilation swifter far than were our fliers! For they had formed and
were racing beside us in their half-circle formation, while our own
fliers at Marlin's command had leaped forward in a long column that
could concentrate all its fire of rays upon the side of the Neptunian
formation nearest us! And though slender rays tore lightning-like
through fliers here and there across our own column, we saw that their
cylinders beneath our fire were being wrecked in scores, in hundreds!
In that vast running fight we were fast evening the odds against us!
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