Human-alien encounters -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
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
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.
"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 had also seen slithering toward them the
frightful arm of the Thing.
Almost before the girl had spoken Costigan had leaped to the controls,
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 wedges into engagement
and drove the massive disk home, that grisly tip fell severed to the
floor of the compartment and lay there, twitching and writhing with a
loathesome 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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