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Updated: June 3, 2025
The heat-rays in giant form one of the most deadly weapons on Earth were only slowly efficacious on the airless Moon. Striking an intensely cold surface, their warming radiations were slow to act. Even in a blasting heat beam a man in his Erentz helmet-suit could withstand the ray for several minutes. We were, however, well equipped with explosives.
I was hastily donning an Erentz suit. I added, "Let me out. I just got the idea Wilks is acting strangely." I laughed. "Maybe the Earthlight has touched him." With my helmet on, I went through the locks. Once outside, with the outer panel closed behind me, I dropped the weights from my belt and shoes and extinguished my helmet light. Wilks was still up there. Apparently he had not moved.
We had an opportunity a moment later to test our insulated shields. The bolt came again. It darted along the front face of the building, caught our window, and clung. The double window shelves were our weakest points. The sheet of flashing Erentz current was transparent; we could see through it as though it were glass. It moved faster, but was thinner at the windows than the walls.
Snap's voice was raised over the clang of the workmen bolting the gravity plates of the last platform: "Only that one projector, Gregg?" "They gave us four blasts; but just the one projector. Their strongest." He grinned. He wore no Erentz suit as yet. He stood in torn grimy work trousers and a bedraggled shirt, with the inevitable red eyeshade holding back his unruly hair.
With my thoughts roving, we had been standing quietly at the cubby door for about fifteen minutes. My hand in my side pouch clutched the little bullet projector. The brigands had taken it from me and given it to Potan. He had placed it on the settle with my Erentz suit; and when we gained his confidence he had forgotten it and left it there.
But with inactivity, my heart quieted. My respiration slowed. The Erentz circulation gained on my poisoned air. It purified. That blessed oxygen! My head cleared. Strength came. I felt better. Coniston had fallen to his death. I was victor. I went to the brink cautiously, for I was still dizzy.
Grantline commented: "We can withstand a lot of that bombardment. If we stay inside " That ray, striking a man outside, would penetrate his Erentz suit within a few seconds, we could not doubt. We had, however, no intention of going out unless for dire necessity. "Even so," said Grantline, "a hand shield would hold it off for a certain length of time."
All, to save power pressure, that the vital Erentz system might survive. Even so, it was strained to the danger point. Our heat was radiating away; the deadly chill of space crept in. "Again!" ordered Grantline. The duty man flung on the power in rhythmic pulses. In the silence, the tubes hissed.
The lights came on again; the Erentz motors accelerated to normal. The strain on the walls eased up, and the room began warming. Had the Earth caught our signal? We did not want to waste the power to find out. Our receivers were disconnected. If an answering signal came, we could not know it. One of the men said: "Let's assume they read us." He laughed, but it was a high-pitched, tense laugh.
I went cold. This was serious damage. The rarefied Erentz air would seep out. It was leaking now: we could see the magnetic radiance of it all up the length of the ten foot crack. The leak would change the pressure of the Erentz system, constantly lower it, demanding steady renewal. The Erentz motors would overheat; some might go bad from the strain. Grantline stood gripping me. "Damn bad." "Yes.
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