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"It wouldn't be so bad," he muttered, "if all four of us were all right. But Ventnor's down and out, and God alone knows for how long. And Ruth has all the trouble we have and some special ones of her own. I've an idea" he hesitated "an idea that there was no exaggeration in that story she told an idea that if anything she underplayed it." "I, too," I replied somberly.
I shot a glance behind. They were in motion, advancing slowly, hesitatingly as yet but I knew that soon that hesitation would pass; that they would sweep down upon us, engulf us. "To the crevice," I shouted to Drake. He paid no heed to me, nor did Ruth their gaze fastened upon the swathed woman. Ventnor's hand shot out, gripped my shoulder, halted me. She had thrown up her head.
It must have been a beastly business, for Costobell was sweating with rage, though his words were icy enough. And you ought to have seen Ventnor's face when he heard of the depositions, sworn to and signed by Mrs. Costobell and by several Chinese servants whom he bribed to give false evidence. He promised to marry Mrs.
Ruth and Drake drifted away together among the other chambers of the globe; they were absorbed in themselves, and we did not thrust ourselves upon them. All the day the torrents fell. We sat down that night to what was well-nigh the last of Ventnor's stores. Seemingly Ruth had forgotten Norhala; at least, she spoke no more of her. "Martin," she said, "can't we start back tomorrow?
Ventnor gave his chair two little twiddles before he said "Well, you won't get it." Bob Pillin remained for a moment taken aback; then he muttered resolutely: "It's not the conduct of a gentleman." Every man has his illusions, and no man likes them disturbed. The gingery tint underlying Mr. Ventnor's colouring overlaid it; even the whites of his eyes grew red. "Oh!" he said; "indeed!
A brilliant ray of intense green like that of a distant searchlight swept to the zenith, hung for a moment and withdrew. Up came pouring the lances and the streamers of the aurora; faster and faster, banners and slender shining spears of green and iridescent blues and smoky, glistening reds. The valley sprang into full view. I felt Ventnor's grip upon my wrist. I followed his pointing finger.
Ventnor's business manager was not with him; he had not brought a second violin. Like a flash Archie whipped his own out of its case. He had just come from his lesson; it was in perfect tune.
The floating form passed higher, over the edge of the Disk; lay high beside the right star point of the rayed shape to which Ruth had been passing when Ventnor's shot brought the tragedy upon us. I saw other tentacles whip forth, examine, caress. Then down the body swung, was borne through air, laid gently at our feet.
"Something's held them back and they're rushing to a climax," he whispered. "Ventnor's right about that I feel it. And what can we do?" "Go back to their city," I said. "Go back as he ordered. I believe he knows what he's talking about. And I believe he'll be able to help us. It wasn't just a request he made, nor even an appeal it was a command."
Between him and his crimson-clad son flashed a glance; it was as though a triumphant devil sped from them into each other's eyes. I saw Ruth shrink into Ventnor's arms. Up from the wall rose a jubilant shouting, was caught by the inner battlements, passed on to the crowded terraces. "Take Kulun," it was Drake, pistol drawn and whispering across to me. "I'll handle Cherkis. And shoot straight."
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