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Updated: May 8, 2025
"Perhaps you and the black had better return to your cell." Certain little muscles in the Hawk's face were trembling as he turned to go, and his feet would not work well. The ray-guns of the coolie-guards covered his every move. Friday followed just behind. As the adventurer came to the door he stopped and turned, and his eyes went back to those of the frail, elderly scientist.
His tiger's eyes had not missed the adventurer's slight crouch in preparation for a shove which might have toppled the case and ended the abominable servitude of its gruesome tenants. The Hawk was caught before he had well started; and had he not stopped his gathering muscles he would have been dead from the coolie-guards' rays by the time he touched the near side of the case.
The Hawk did not sit down until with old habit he had sized up the whole layout of laboratory, assistants and chances. The two chairs faced toward ward the high screen; to each side stood the five coolie-guards; mechanically alert as always; the four Caucasian assistants made a group of strange statues to the right. Ku Sui took position, standing before the screen.
If he had not instructed his coolie-guards to wound, and not kill, in case of a break for freedom, Carse and Friday could never possibly have gained the corridor alive. The four waiting ray-guns would have burned out their lives within three seconds.
As much as ten years ago, I was universally recognized as the greatest expert in my specialty. But I tell you that my knowledge of the subject was as nothing then to what it is now. I have been very busy these last ten years. Look!" With a graceful sweep of a hand he indicated the four coolie-guards and his four white-smocked assistants.
The three coolie-guards in his way must have known who he was, so their alarm at finding themselves, the attackers, attacked, will account for their making a move of poor strategy. Instead of scattering and defending the open entrance-port of the space-ship from a short distance, they in their alarm made haste to get inside to defend it from there.
Captain Carse? On the screen, suh; they're beginning." That was worse. The real ordeal was approaching. True, he might have thrown himself on the coolie-guards who had just left but his death would not have helped old M. S. Friday spoke again, and this time his words leaped roaring into Carse's ears. He raised his head and looked.
For seconds the flood rushed out, a visible thing, gray from the soil which it scooped up; and while its fury lasted every building on the asteroid quivered and groaned from the terrific strain. And where, a moment before, men had stood two white men and a black, and a score of coolie-guards there was now nothing save the flat rock under the gaping hole.
The Color-Storm The corridor was stopped by a heavy metal door. As the small party approached, it swung inward in two halves, and a figure clad in a white surgeon's smock emerged. He was a white man, tall, with highly intelligent face but eyes strangely dull and lifeless, like those of the coolie-guards. His gaze rested on Ku Sui, and the Eurasian asked him: "Is it ready?"
He peeped through, Friday doing so also over his head peeped right into the muzzles of four ray-guns, held by an equal number of coolie-guards waiting there. "So that's it," Friday said, dejectedly. "He saw me workin' on the lock an' sent those guards here at once. Or else had them there all the time." The Hawk closed the door and considered what to do. Ku Sui's voice returned.
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