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Stumbling desperately on in the greater darkness of the valley, they reached the hut at last. "Tom!" shouted David at the top of his lungs. "Tom Gray! Are you there?" "Yes," sounded the unbelievable reply from within the hut. "Is that you, David! I was sure of it when I heard the Elf's Horn and answered the call. I knew you'd come for me some day."
We did not have to risk our necks to that extent, however, for at last, stealing along among the rocks and trees like so many creeping savages, we came to that flat space where we had landed; and there, in unbelievable good fortune, we found our machine. "Covered, too, by jingo! Would you think they had that much sense?" cried Terry.
There was almost an instant of unbelievable agony, then, mercifully, darkness and oblivion. The darkness swayed but did not lift. There was a strange rhythm in its movement, as though it were the sea, but there was no sound. Black shadows crept upon him, then slowly ebbed away. At times he was part of the darkness, at others, separate from it, yet lying upon it and wholly sustained by it.
Enoch could not recall ever having been so wretchedly uncomfortable in his life. He was sodden to the skin, aching with weariness, shivering with cold. But he made no murmur of protest. It was Curly who, about five o'clock, called: "Hey, Mack! I've gone my limit!" Mack pulled up and seemed to hesitate. As he did so, the storm, with a suddenness that was unbelievable, stopped.
We watched it curiously as it stood in an unbending rigidity similar to that of a giant waxwork, cold, unnatural, stupidly implacable, half unbelievable, and wholly ridiculous. At the top it sprayed round, like a stick of asparagus. For two or three months similar apparitions had been exhibited to us at rare intervals, nearly always in the same neighbourhood.
There was a flash, like the sun brought near for the tenth of a second. Another. Yet another. Then an overwhelming spout of brilliance as tens and twenties and fifties of the trajectiles went off together. It was an unbelievable sight against the stars. Missiles flamed and flashed and there seemed to be an actual sun there, now flashing brighter and now fainter, but intolerably hot and shining.
A search beam must have swung hurriedly aloft, for it flamed into startling being; a spheroid, compact, purposeful, dropping with breathtaking velocity. Something seemed to explode in Hilary's brain. A great cry wrenched out of his torn throat. "The Vagabond." Unbelievable, impossible. Yet he could not be mistaken. The Vagabond was coming home again! By this time the Mercutians had seen it too.
But he'd worked backward from observed errors in calculation and found a way to keep them out of the answer. And he'd done it all in his head. It was unbelievable yet Bors believed. "I'll try your figures," he said. "Thanks." Logan went proudly away, past an orderly bringing cups of coffee to the control room.
She could only guess at the distance she had been carried for she could not believe in the correctness of the high figures that had been piled upon the record of her odometer. They seemed unbelievable and yet, had she known it, they were quite true in twelve hours she had flown and been carried by the storm full seven thousand haads.
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