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The sharp heel of one small boot struck Perkins squarely in the pit of the stomach a true "solar-plexus" blow and completely knocked out, he staggered back against the instrument-board.
He glanced swiftly round, saw Captain Alden by the dim aura of light reflected from the instrument-board. Blood reddened the captain's left sleeve. "Wounded, Captain?" "Only a scratch!" "Report to Dr. Lombardo. And have Simonds, in charge of the stores, replace this broken pane." "Yes, sir!" Alden saluted with a blood-stained hand, slipped his gun back into its holster and got up.
She, like Dorothy, was gasping for breath, her straining muscles barely able to force air into her lungs because of the paralyzing weight of her chest. DuQuesne alone was able to move, and it required all of his Herculean strength to creep and crawl, snake-like, toward the instrument-board.
Then there was a loud bang inside the mechanism, and a flash of blue-white light which turned to pinkish flame with a nasty crackling. Curls of smoke began to rise from the square black box that housed the "time-shift" mechanism, and from behind the instrument-board. In a moment, everything was glowing-hot: driblets of aluminum and silver were running down from the instruments.
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