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I'm going to make for the Golden City and work on them there to cut off the Death Mist." There was an inarticulate sound from Smithers. "Tell the professor. If he can find Jacaro's Tube, he'll work out some way to communicate through it. We've got to stop that Death Mist somehow. And we don't know what else they may try." Smithers tried to speak, and could not.
Smithers smiled placidly at him and crawled in to take his place. "What the devil happened?" demanded Tommy. Denham was bitter. He held a newspaper before him. Evelyn had brought coffee and the morning paper to the laboratory. She seemed rather pale. "Jacaro's gotten through too!" snapped Denham. "He's gotten in a pack of trouble. And he's loosed the devil on Earth. Here look!"
"And if annoying vermin, like Jacaro's gunmen" Denham's voice was brittle "had come out of it, why, intelligent men might send something living and deadly down it, as men on Earth will send ferrets down a rat-hole! To wipe out the breed! That's what's happened! Jacaro's gone through and attacked the Golden City. They've found his Tube. And they've sent these things down...."
The people in the city are still pouring the stuff down through Jacaro's Tube." Evelyn smiled faintly. She touched his hand. "Trying to keep me from worrying? Tommy...." She hesitated until he growled a question. "Please remember that when Daddy and I were in the jungle before, we saw what these Ragged Men do to prisoners they take.
The Golden City uses it. So we've got to find Jacaro's Tube and seal it, or only God knows what will come out of it next. I'm going off, Tommy. You and Smithers guard our Tube. Blow it up, if necessary. It's dangerous. I'll get some authority in Albany, and we'll find Jacaro's Tube and blast it shut." Tommy nodded, his eyes keen and thoughtful. Denham hurried out.
Even the roofs seemed plated with gold, but Jacaro's gunmen saw not one particle of iron save in a ring they took from a dead man's finger. There, an acid-etched plate of steel was set as if to be used for a signet. Von Holtz had accompanied the raiders perforce on every journey.
They probably were, since some of Jacaro's gunmen had been killed in a fight in this city. Another question. The pilot explained briefly and offered Tommy the black-metal pad again. It still contained the incomplete map of a hemisphere, and was obviously a repetition of the question of where he came from. Tommy took it, frowning thoughtfully. Then an idea struck him.
Aten pointed grimly. Here were the automatic pistols taken from those of Jacaro's men who had been killed, a nasty sub-machine gun which had been Tommy's, and grenades Jacaro's. Tommy checked shell calibres and carried off a ninety-shot magazine full of explosive bullets, and a repeating rifle. "I can do more accurate work with this than the machine gun," he said cryptically. "Let's go!"
"The pilot thinks we're some of Jacaro's gang. My guns were proof, to him. So, since the Ragged Men didn't get us, he gassed us." He watched again, his eyes narrow. The pilot was utterly still. "He may be knocked out. I hope so! I'm going to see." Automatic held ready, Tommy moved toward the crashed machine. It had splashed into the ooze less than a hundred yards away. Tommy moved cautiously.
They can fight off the beasts and Ragged Men. They'll make Rahn. And then" he shook with the rage that possessed him "Jacaro's there with those gunmen of his and his friends the Ragged Men!" He seemed to control himself with a terrific effort. He turned to the white-bearded Councilor, whose bearing was that of a man stunned by disaster.
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