It was toward Neptune and its little moon that our eyes turned now and
in the hours and days that followed, while gradually our excitement
became tense as the great planet loomed ahead of us. Soon it had
become a perceptible pale-green disk, widening out as we shot on and
on toward it. We would reach it, we calculated, upon the twenty-first
day of our journey, twenty-one days after starting from Earth. An
eternity it seemed, that period of three weeks, such vast realms of
space we had come through, such tremendous perils we had dared and
passed. But now all those perils and worlds we had passed, Mars and
the deadly asteroidal belt, great Jupiter and Saturn and the doom that
had almost been ours there, all these things faded from our minds as
we found ourselves with our thoughts concentrated wholly upon the far
planet that from the first had been our goal, that planet which we must
reach if Earth was to be saved. For ever, ever, the great force-ray
of Neptune was turning the sun faster, and now less than a hundred
days remained before that turning sun would be no longer able to hold
together, would be dividing and releasing fiery doom upon Earth and
almost all its other planets.
What was awaiting us at Neptune? That was the question that was
foremost in all our minds as we shot on in those last tense days. What
manner of beings there would they be who, we had assumed, were stabbing
this ray of doom toward the sun? What manner of beings _could_ they
be who could exist at all, if exist they did, upon such a planet as
Neptune, a planet moving about the sun at the unthinkable distance
of almost three billion miles? Upon a planet that could receive but
a minute fraction only of the sun's light and heat compared to that
received on Earth? Upon a planet which astronomers had always believed
to be of far lesser density than Earth, of a density little more than
that of liquids rather than of solids. Was it possible that upon this
farthest of all the sun's circling worlds there could exist life of
any kind, not to speak of life intelligent enough to stab across the
solar system and spin the sun itself faster to its division and its
universe's doom?
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