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Through the blackness that welled and burst in his brain, one thought held. He had fooled the Martian, for in another instant the enraged savages, would kill him and the password to Earth’s outposts would be safe. Already, he felt their fangs at his throat.

A whirring rattle cut through the turmoil like a whip-lash, and the heap of pigmies swiftly scattered. The man-bird from Mars was in the room. To Darl he was a blurred blueness from which glittered those two jet beads of eyes. As from a distance he heard a rumble, its meaning beating dully to him. “Not so easy, Thomas, not so easy. I want that signal, and by Tana, I’m going to have it.”

The Earthman felt a current of cooler air. Instinctively he drew it into his lungs. It swept him up from the blackness that was closing in about him, brought him back to consciousness and despair. The chattering Mercurians crowded round to commence their interrupted orgy. “For the last time, Earthman, will you talk?”

Darl shook his head weakly and closed his eyes. In a moment–

Suddenly there was a crash of metal on metal. Another! The clangor of falling steel. Now someone was shouting, “Darl, Darl, are you alive?” All about him were shrill twitterings, squeaking calls, squeals and scutterings. Darl’s nostrils stung with the odor of burned flesh. A door slammed….

He opened his eyes on a confused riot, saw Jim crouched, flashing ray-gun in hand. There was a hole in the barrier, and a mob of green-scaled Venusians were crowding through. Jim’s ray caught the last Mercurian and the dwarf vanished in a cloud of acrid, greasy smoke.

“Thank God you’ve come!” Darl managed to gasp. Then cool blackness closed around him.

* * * * *

Darl Thomas lay on a cot in the headquarters tent, swathed from head to foot in an inch-thick wrapping of bandages. Jim’s theory was that if one bandage was good, two were better, and he had cleaned out the post’s slender stock. The red-haired Earthman was seated at the cot’s side, watching the taciturn Scot operating the control board. He was telling Darl of the stirring message from M-I-T-A, and of the blanketing interference that marred the completion of the message.

“I didn’t know what to do first,” he continued, “whether to go down below and find out what Ran-los was battin’ about, or shoot up to you in the connin’ tower with the message. Like the thick-head I am, I picked the wrong thing. I sure got the gimmicks when I found the look-out empty, an’ a space suit an’ ray-gun gone.” Jim grinned mirthlessly. “I was runnin’ around in circles. You were outside, God alone knows how long. Believe me, I had you crossed off the list! That left two of us. With a war on, somebody had to stand guard in the look-out, the control board here had to be watched, an’ somebody else had to get below.

“I was just tryin’ to figure out a way o’ cuttin’ myself in half when I thought o’ Ran-los. For a Weenie he’s got a heck of a lot of sense. I zoomed down, hauled him out o’ his bunk, scooted back up, showed him how to work the peri-telescope an’ the big beam-thrower, an’ left him there on guard.”

“Best thing you could have done.” Darl’s voice was muffled by the bandages in which his head, as well as the rest of his body, was swathed. “He’s got a head on his shoulders, that bird.”

“Somethin’ told me to take a ray-gun down in the mine with me. I was just steppin’ out o’ the elevator when I caught your last signal; -L-P D-A-R-L was all I got, but it was enough. How you ever got the other side of the barrier had me wingin’, but you were there right enough, and yellin’ for help. Ran-los had been doin’ some repairs on a head support an’ his weldin’ machine was still there. Takin’ an awful chance on there bein’ air on the other side, I butted it up against the wall, shot the flame against the steel, and when she was soft enough had some of the Weenies smash her in with sledge-hammers. First thing I see is you, stretched out in a pool o’ blood, with a couple of those yellow imps just gettin’ to work on you. I clipped them first–that gave the Martian a chance to get away. An’ then–well, you know the rest.”