The minute that followed was a grotesque whirl of swift action, a
desperate reeling struggle between Marlin and me cased in our great
space-walkers, and the great disk-bodied Neptunians. Even as they had
leaped upon us, we had shot to one side, had brought down upon the
foremost of them the great steel bars carried in our pincer-like metal
hands, and had sent two of them crumpling to the black paving with a
thick green liquid oozing from their shattered bodies. The remainder,
though, were upon us before we could strike again, and then as they
gripped us I could see the Neptunians who had been working in the
adjoining compartment come running toward the combat, to assist their
fellows. So that though Marlin and I struck out with desperate fury
at the monstrous creatures with the great metal jointed arms of our
space-walkers, they had in a moment more with their numberless limbs
fettered our arms and torn the bars from our grasp, holding us then
motionless and helpless.
Thus held, part of the creatures stepped back from us, and then we
heard one of them, who bore a single, crimson-circle device upon his
metal dress or armor, utter a staccato order to the others. At once
four of them drew from their armor the long tubes we had noted there,
and trained them upon us. I knew, instinctively, that those tubes held
some deadly force like that with which the cylinders had attacked our
space-flier in the battle in mid-air. Later I was to learn that the
tubes could release a force-ray similar to that used for propulsion by
our space-flier and by the cylinders--a force-ray so concentrated into
a pencil-like beam that, instead of merely pressing against whatever
it struck, it pierced whatever it touched with terrific force, riving
it asunder. Knowing the deadliness of the tubes, I looked for instant
annihilation.
But it was evident in a moment that it was only as a precaution that
the tubes were held upon us. For now, while a half-score of the
Neptunians held Marlin and me firmly by the arms of our space-walkers,
the one who had given the order came closer to us, clambered with his
powerful multiple limbs upon the top of my space-walker, and gazed
in through its vision-windows at me. To see those bulging, glassy
and insect-like eyes outside the window so close to my own struck me
through with a chilling horror greater than anything I had yet felt.
I saw that the creature had discerned me inside the space-walker, had
assured himself that creatures of life yet different from himself
occupied the two cylinders. For in a moment he had clambered back
down to the ground, and then as he uttered another sharp order, the
creatures that held us were dragging us forward, toward the door of the
compartment into which we had looked before.
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