Still we were racing onward, our great space-flier hurtling on and
on through that asteroid-filled region, escaping those great rushing
spheres of death, sometimes by the narrowest of margins. Hour upon
hour, keeping our sleepless watch at the flier's windows, we flashed
on, its colossal speed still mounting as more and more of our
generators' power was turned into the great rear force-ray that pressed
back towards Earth and that shot us outward. By that time Earth had
become but a bright white star behind us, the sun's size and brilliance
decreased by a third or more already. But it was not backward we were
gazing; it was ahead. We were striving with all our powers to avoid the
asteroids that hurtled about us. We saw, once or twice, families or
groups of those asteroids moving together, sometimes dozens together,
and strove to give these a wide berth. On we raced, veering now to
this side and now to that, with Jupiter looming ever greater ahead and
to the right as we approached the end of the asteroidal belt. But it
was as we approached its end, at last, that our greatest peril came
suddenly upon us. For I had shot the space-flier sidewise with terrific
speed to avoid an onrushing small asteroid, and the next moment when it
slowed its sidewise rush, found that I had unwittingly shot it into the
very heart of a great family of full two-score of the little planets!
All about us in that moment it seemed were asteroids, gleaming spheres
at the very center of whose swarm our flier flashed, and into which
by some miracle our sidewise rush had projected us, unharmed! I heard
the hoarse cries of Marlin and Randall beside me, in that moment, the
shout of Whitely, and knew that only another miracle could ever take
us out of that swarm unharmed. Already, in that split-second, three
of them were looming great to our right, another one ahead and to the
left, and to escape one was to crash upon another. There was no time
for thought, no time for aught save a lightning-like decision, and in
that fractional instant I had made that decision, and as our flier
hurtled through the great swarm of asteroids, had shot out its great
force-rays to right and left and above and beneath us, driving out in
all directions from our flier as it flashed through the great swarm!
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