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Updated: May 20, 2025
It streaked upward, wavering from side to side and making the golden walls visible in a ghostly fashion. It shivered in a hasty rhythm. Aten groaned, almost sobbed. There was another flash of that unbearable actinic flame. A thermit-thrower was in action. Then a third flash. This was farther away. The tumult died suddenly, but the green light-beam continued its motion.
Since they were not sufficiently near the moon's shadow, they directed their light-beam into their own, which trailed off on one side, and answered: "All well, thank you. Have wonderful things to relate." The men at the telescopes then, as before, read the message, and telephoned the light this next question: "When are you coming down, that we may notify the newspapers?"
Before Stern it seemed a fathomless pit of black was opening. Under the close-woven arches of the giant fern-trees the night was impenetrable. And as yet he dared not dart the light-beam into that pit of darkness, for fear of precipitating an unthinkable tragedy if, indeed, the horror had not already been cons summated. But now Bremilu gripped his arm.
Taking the last-named fact first, we shall make use of the following comparison to help us realize how little we are justified in drawing from observations of the front speed of a light-beam any conclusions concerning the kinematic conditions prevailing in the interior of the beam itself.
For this reason textbooks quite rightly say that only the results drawn from these terrestrial observations have the value of empirically observed facts. Now, it is a common feature of all these experiments that by necessity they are based on an arrangement whereby a light-beam can be made to appear and disappear alternately.
The ship's own hull, outside the ports, glowed suddenly in a light-beam from the Platform. The small, brief surges of acceleration which sent the ship on produced tremendous emotional effects. When the Platform was only one mile away, Haney switched on the ship's searchlights.
I can't! You can't make me do it!" There was a stillness then, In the stillness, it was made very clear that nobody intended to make her do anything. And then the stillness just waited. She cried a little. So this was it. "All right," she said. The armor suit's triple light-beam blazed into the wide, low, black, wet-looking mouth rushing toward her.
From behind me came a sizzling flash, and the ting of the flying needle as it missed me by a foot. "The Americano! He goes there!" Another shot. The shouts of the bandits in the archway. A turmoil back there. But it was all behind me. I leaped sidewise off the path as Gutierrez small light-beam swept it.
A searching bandit behind me poked with his light into the crevice where a moment before I had been crouching. I moved faster. Only Gutierrez now was in front of me. He was at the far end of the arch. I could slip past, and still be fifty feet from him if I could avoid his swinging little light-beam. I was running now, chancing that he would hear me. I was on the path; I could see it vaguely.
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