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Mis' Pember, you see Mellony Mellony's married." "Mellony married!" Strangely enough she had not thought of that. She grasped the doorpost for support. "Yes, she up and married him," went on the captain more blithely. "I hardly thought it of Mellony," he added in not unpleasurable reflection, "nor yet of Ira." "Nor I either." Mrs. Pember's lips moved with difficulty. Mellony married!
By the advice of Pember, he had learned to play on musical instruments, and he was one of the few who excelled in the mechanical art of writing, which then began to be cultivated among us, and in which we now surpass all other nations.
Not that it was feverish in its intensity; rather, it was an expression of resolution, undeviating and persistent, but not sure of sympathy or support. "They've gone down yonder, t'other side of the wharf, Mis' Pember," said a middle-aged sea captain, whose interest in his kind had not been obliterated by the forced loneliness of northern voyages.
Masters, Pember and Norden watched the roaring flame. "We'll never escape them!" Orkins moaned. "They'll find us sooner or later. They can sense us." "They're not infallible," Taylor said. "Remember I got away from them in the tunnel." He turned knowingly toward the others. "Perhaps, if we dug a cave " "Sure!" said Masters. "It's a good idea." "Yes, sir!" Pember said with a nod.
His code as a spy is his primary objective. Look at Pember. He must have been frightened by the spheres, but we had to force him to leave his post. We've shown him that his duty now is with us he realizes that the spheres are the immediate enemy of his country and he'll do his best fighting them. And you and I have ideals we know each other too well to list them."
The bullet whined off the sphere as if it were steel. Pember jerked his head in despair. Angrily he fired again. His tin hat slid to one side of his head at a rakish angle. "You spawn of hell!" he cried. Pember lowered his gun. The sphere pulsed ominously. Then the doughboy charged. Beneath the brim of his helmet Pember's jaws were set.
Masters made a face over a distasteful duty done and turned to Pember: "Put them both in the car." He indicated Norden. "Here's handcuffs. Lock them together." Taylor and Masters watched the circling spheres. Suddenly one darted down. From its pulsating body shot a flash of flame. A human scream rent the air. "It's the darnedest thing I ever saw," Masters said with a shudder.
The yellow shirt and the leathern jacket were more succinctly audacious than ever, but doubt and irresolution in every turn of his blue eyes and line of his weather-beaten face had taken the place of the tolerant kindliness. "It's a warm mornin', Mis' Pember," he observed, more disconcerted than ever by her unsmiling alertness. "You came a good ways to tell me that, Captain Phippeny."
"Say, mister," the sentry interrupted, "my arms are getting tired." "Okay, buddy," Masters replied. "If I let you put your arms down, will you behave like a nice little boy?" "I'll be a perfect angel," the sentry said, lowering his arms. "You'll be an angel if you aren't, too," Masters added. "What's your name, soldier?" Taylor asked the sentry. "Private Pember, sir. Company A, 110th infantry "
The half-formed sphere whistled loudly and the spheres circling over the plant answered. "Hurry!" Pember urged. "Heave!" chorused the men on the ropes. The pulleys creaked. The room suddenly blazed with a brilliant orange glow as a maddened sphere floated through the hole in the roof. It hung in the air, pulsating, scanning what was taking place below. "Heave!" cried the two men.
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