Since both Costigan and Bradley had often watched their captors at work
during the long voyage from the Solar System to Nevia, they were quite
familiar with the machine tools of the amphibians. Their stolen
lifeboat, being an emergency craft, of course carried full repair
equipment; and to such good purpose did the two officers labor that even
before their air-tanks were fully charged, all the damage had been
repaired.
The lifeboat lay motionless upon the mirror-smooth surface of the ocean.
Captain Bradley had opened the upper port and the three stood in the
opening, gazing in silence toward the incredibly distant horizon, while
powerful pumps were forcing the last possible ounces of air into the
practically unbreakable storage cylinders. Mile upon strangely flat mile
stretched that waveless, unbroken expanse of water, merging finally into
the violent redness of the Nevian sky. The sun was setting; a vast ball
of purple flame dropping rapidly toward the horizon. Darkness came
suddenly as that seething ball disappeared, and the air became bitterly
cold, in sharp contrast to the pleasant warmth of a moment before. And
as suddenly clouds appeared in blackly banked masses and a cold, driving
rain began to beat down in torrents.
"Br-r-r, it's cold! Let's go in--Oh! _Shut the door!_" Clio shrieked,
and leaped wildly down into the compartment below, out of Costigan's
way, for he and Bradley also had seen slithering toward them the
frightful arm of the Thing.
Almost before the girl had spoken Costigan had leaped to the levers, and
not an instant too soon; for the tip of that horrible tentacle flashed
into the rapidly narrowing crack just before the door clanged shut. As
the powerful toggles forced the heavy screw threads into engagement and
drove the massive disk home into its bottle-tight, insulated seat, that
grisly tip fell severed to the floor of the compartment and lay there,
twitching and writhing with a loathsome and unearthly vigor. Two feet
long the piece was, and larger than a strong man's leg. It was armed
with spiked and jointed metallic scales, and instead of sucking disks it
was equipped with a series of _mouths_--mouths filled with sharp
metallic teeth which gnashed and ground together furiously, even though
sundered from the horrible organism which they were designed to feed.
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