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"I submit, in the hope that you will keep your promise, since there is no alternative but death," and the awful creature, still loosely held by the attractors and carefully watched by DuQuesne and Loring, fairly tore into the task of rebuilding the Osnomian power-plant into the space-annihilating drive of the Fenachrone for he well knew one fact that DuQuesne's hurried inspection had failed to glean from the labyrinthine intricacies of that fearsome brain: that once within the detector screens of that distant solar system these Earth-beings would be utterly helpless before the forces which would inevitably be turned upon them.
It showed the captain for he was no less an officer than the commander of the vessel at a great council table, seated, together with many other officers, upon very low, enormously strong metal stools. They were receiving orders from their Emperor; orders plainly understood by Crane and the Osnomian alike, for thought needs no translation.
"I should think our bar would have exploded, with all that current. They must have hit the copper range, too?" Seaton frowned in thought before he answered. "Maybe because it's induced current, and not a steady battery impulse. Anyway, it didn't. Let's go!" "Just a minute," put in Crane. "What are they going to do next, Dick?" "Search me. I'm not used to my new Osnomian mind yet.
The stuff we've been getting lately would make a man more unconscious than ever." "Some powerful drug, probably, but the Osnomian didn't know anything about it. After the men were revived, the strangers, apparently from sheer cruelty and love of torturing their victims, informed them in the Osnomian language that they were from another world, on the far edge of the Galaxy.
You will also instruct the Osnomian commander in the manufacture of that metal, which is so much more resistant than their arenak." "But, Overlord, we have...." "I have just brought immense stores of the precious chemical and of the metal of power to Osnome. They will share it with you.
And what good could a mechanical educator do you if the men were all dead?" "Three is all I found then, but there was another one. Three men and a captain compose an Osnomian crew for any ordinary vessel. Everything is automatic, you, know. As for the men being dead, that doesn't make any difference you can read their brains just the same, if they haven't been dead too long.
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.
"Sh-sh," whispered Dorothy, "they'll hear you, Dick we're intruding shamefully." "No, they won't hear us, because I haven't heterodyned the audio in on the wave yet. And as for intruding, that's exactly what we came over here for." He imposed the audio system upon the inconceivably high frequency of their carrier wave and spoke in the Osnomian tongue.
There ensued a brief but appalling demonstration of the terrible effectiveness of those Osnomian weapons against anything not protected by ultra-powered ray screens. Metal and men if men they were literally vanished. One moment they were outlined starkly in the beam; there was a moment of searing, coruscating, blinding light the next moment the beam bored on into the void, unimpeded.
"I'm just too supremely happy for words," Dorothy whispered in Seaton's ear as he bade her good-night. "I won't be able to sleep or anything!" An Osnomian Marriage Seaton awoke, hot and uncomfortable, but with a great surge of joy in his heart this was his wedding day! Springing from the bed, he released the full stream of the "cold" water, filling the tank in a few moments.
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