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That was all anyone knew. But everyone suspected that Leider had been somehow responsible. "I do not enjoy the prospect," Koto said after a glance at his temporarily helpless left arm. "If Leider is able to wreck a space ship before she ever reaches his planet, he has more power than he ever had during the Calypsus war."
I saw the girl standing braced beside a stanchion, staring over the ship's side. "Come on, Koto!" I snapped. I am no fighting man by trade. Nevertheless, there was a kind of instinct which told me to get the gun set up at any point of vantage along the ship's side. And Koto understood.
Breathlessly I watched the greenish atomic stream play along the bright length of the cable of death, and, as Koto and I steadied the gun together, I knew he shared my relief. Despite the howling of the wind, the yells of the Orconites, the continued slow movement of the ship, and the hideous churning of the waves astern, I laughed to myself. "Doctor Weeks!"
Koto cried, and I knew he had leaped to the same conclusion I had. Suddenly I brushed Koto's hands away from the gun, and myself directed it so that its ray cut straight across one whole group of the queer creatures on the beach. Then I cursed. Instead of being cut down, broken like so many blades of grass, not one of the creatures showed that the ray had touched them at all.
Indeed, the native never says "thank you," but as he speedily lets you know when he is dissatisfied, silence obviously means contentment. The Company has a rubber plantation and a well kept farm with cows, pigs and sheep which live healthily here. The Koto river is almost as large as the continuation of the Ubangi and rises far away up north.
He heard the children shouting and calling, and from a window that he passed came the twang of the koto, and everything seemed to cry a welcome for his return. Yet suddenly he felt a pang at his heart as he wandered down the street. After all, everything was changed. Neither men nor houses were those he once knew. Quickly he saw his old home; yes, it was still there, but it had a strange look.
The moment the pressure about us began to relax, she surged toward the waiting cruiser at the end of the tunnel, and I shouted to Koto and LeConte. "Go and help her, you two! I'll do the work on our ship!" They did not question my order, but obeyed.
I jammed the muzzle down until the whole force of the atomic stream was spouting against the magnetic plate which held the cable to our stern. "Look, Doctor! Look!" Captain Crane cried. But I was already looking. For an instant a flash of blue light played about our ship. There was a single sharp, crackling sound; and, ringing in the night, an echoing, high-pitched twang. Koto let out a shout.
They were obtained by playing a stringed instrument called koto, by standing at a cross-street and watching the passers, by manipulating stones, and by counting footsteps. It has been related that when the "heavenly grandson" undertook his expedition to Japan, the military duties were entrusted to two mikoto* who became the ancestors of the Otomo and the Kume families.
This is because the Japanese usually tune the koto with the first and fifth strings in unison to facilitate the execution of certain passages in their music. The "Jog," heard so frequently in the Igorot songs, occurs eight times in this number.
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