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Dunark sat at the board, his hand upon the power lever, and each of his crew was in place, grasping his weapon, but every man was writhing in agony, unable to control his movements. As they stared, momentarily spellbound, the entire crew ceased their agonized struggles and hung, apparently lifeless, from their supports. "They've got to 'em some way let's go!" yelled Seaton.
A murmur arose from the other Kondalians, which was quickly silenced by the Kofedix. "It is dishonorable for a soldier of Earth to kill a helpless prisoner," he said briefly. "We cannot understand it, but we must not attempt to sway him in any point of honor." Dunark stepped to the controls and the elevator shot upward, stopping at a landing several stories below the top of the dock.
As he fell silent, Dunark added: "Thanks to you, the Mardonalian forces, instead of wiping us out, are themselves destroyed, while only a handful of our vessels have been lost, since the grand fleet could not arrive until the battle was over, and since the vessels that would have thrown themselves away were saved by your orders, which I heard.
"Now what to do?" "How can we get this salt to Osnome?" asked Dunark whose thoughts were never far from that store of the precious chemical. "You are already crowded, and Sitar and I will crowd you still more. You have no room for additional cargo, and yet much valuable time would be lost in going to Osnome for another vessel." "Yes, and we've got to get a lot of 'X', too.
I thought that perhaps these particular improvements might not have occurred to you, since you Terrestrials are not as familiar as we are with complex instrumental work." Crane and Seaton spoke together. "That was thoughtful of you, Dunark, and we appreciated it fully." "That puts four more palms on your Croix de Guerre, ace. Thanks a lot."
Goodbye," and heartless and bloodthirsty Osnomian though she was, Sitar had gone to join the two Terrestrial women. "I didn't want to say much before the girls, but I want to check a couple of ideas with you two. Don't you think it's a safe bet that this bird reported back to his headquarters?" "I have been thinking that very thing," Crane spoke gravely, and Dunark nodded agreement.
As one turning the pages of an unfamiliar book of reference, he was seeking the answer to Crane's question in the vast store of Osnomian information received from Dunark. His usually ready speech came a little slowly.
Seaton indicated the storage compartment into which the metal was to be carried, and a procession of slaves, two men staggering under one ingot, was soon formed between the pile and the storage room. "How much are you loading on, Dunark?" asked Seaton, when the large compartment was more than half full.
As the wonderfully skilled mechanics set to work without a single useless motion, the prince stood silent, with a look of care upon his handsome face. "Worrying about Mardonale, Dunark?" "Yes. I cannot help wondering what that terrible new engine of destruction is, which Nalboon now has at his command." "Say, why don't you build a bus like the Skylark, and blow Mardonale off the map?"
"I see something, but it is very indistinct. It is moving in sharper now. Yes, it is a space-ship, shaped like a dirigible airship." "See it yet, Dunark?" Seaton signaled. "Just sighted it. Ready to attack?" "I am not. I'm going to run. Let's go, and go fast!" Dunark signaled violently, and Seaton shook his head time after time, stubbornly. "A difficulty?" asked Crane. "Yes.
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