Through that low door they dragged us in our space-walkers, and across
the adjoining compartment toward one of the great upright cylinders
resting there. In another moment the Neptunians had pulled us inside
the door of that cylinder into its dark opening, and I saw the one who
had given the orders following, with a half-dozen of his fellows. The
others were dispersing to the other cylinders, and in a moment the door
of our own slid clanging shut behind us. Then there was a hissing and
throbbing of strange machinery in the dark interior of the cylinder
about us, and at the same moment the leader of the Neptunians motioned
to us to emerge from our space-walkers, having removed their own
glowing ball-heaters.
I think that both Marlin and I hesitated for a long moment before
complying with that command, yet we saw that upon us still were trained
the tubes of the four Neptunians who guarded us, so reluctantly we
threw open the lower doors of the space-walkers and emerged from
them. As we did so, forgetful for the moment of the strange creatures
about us, we gazed in amazed interest around us. The huge cylinder's
interior, we saw, was divided into a half-dozen compartments by metal
floors or ceilings set at intervals of ten or twelve feet from its
bottom to its top. A light metal ladder ran up through openings in all
of the those floors or divisions, and up that ladder now a few of the
many-limbed Neptunians were hurrying toward the upper compartments. We
ourselves were standing, with the Neptunian leader of the red-circle
insignia, in the lowest or bottom compartment of the cylinder, his four
tube-armed guards and a half-dozen green disk-bodied monsters about us.
That lowest compartment held great gleaming-cased mechanisms, from
which came the throbbing that we had already heard, and that was so
exactly similar to the throb of our space-flier's generators as to
remove all doubt but that these were the similar generators of the
cylinder. As our eyes roved about them the Neptunian leader uttered
a staccato command, at the same time pointing with one of his seven
limbs, up toward the ladder. His meaning was unmistakable, and at
once Marlin and I stepped toward the ladder and began to climb upward
on it, the tubes of the four watchful guards just beneath us as they
followed. As we passed up that ladder, through the upper sections of
the cylinder's interior, I saw vaguely the things within those sections.
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