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“I got the message off to Arpan before our radio emanation plates were grounded or destroyed by the coils of the monster. At intervals, I have tried to pull away, but each time the thing tightens its coils angrily, until the fabric of the ship groans under the strain. We have heard you calling us, faintly and faultily. I have been waiting for you to reach me with the menore. You have come at last, and I am at your orders. If you cannot help us, we are lost, for we shall all go mad.”

“We’ll have you in the clear very soon,” I assured him with a confidence I did not feel. “Stand by for further communications, and–are your generators working?”

“Yes. They’re in perfect order. If only the beast would uncoil himself–“

“We’ll see to that very shortly. Stand by.”

* * * * *

I reduced power and asked Correy and Hendricks if they had both followed the conversation. They had, and had now reduced power, as I had done. We all realized that our counsels might not be reassuring to Captain Gole.

“As I see it, gentlemen, the first thing we must do is to induce the beast to leave the Kabit. And the only way that can be accomplished is by–bait.”

“Exactly!” snapped Correy. “He’s hungry. He knows there’s food in the Kabit. If we can get him to leave the liner and come after us, the problem’s solved.”

“But he can run faster than we. I can hardly crawl over this slimy mess,” objected Hendricks. “I’m ready to try everything, but remember that we’ve got to lead him away far enough to make him release the Kabit.”

“I’ve got it!” emanated Correy suddenly, his enthusiasm making the vibrations from the menore fairly hammer into my brain. “I’ll cut a long, narrow swath with one of the portable disintegrator rays; long enough to take him far away from the Kabit, and just wide enough to pass a man. I’ll run along this deep groove, just below the reach of the monster. I can make good time; the serpent’ll have to slash and wriggle his way over or through this slimy growth. How’s that for an idea?”

It was daring enough to have some hope of success, but its dangers were obvious.

“What happens when you reach the end of the path the ray cuts?” I asked grimly.

“You and Hendricks, with your men, will be on both sides of the path, not opposite each other. When he passes, you’ll let go your disintegrator rays and the atomic bombs. He’ll be in a dozen pieces before we reach the end of the path.”

* * * * *

Spread out here before me, in all its wordy detail, it would seem that a long time must have elapsed while Captain Gole related his story, and my officers and myself laid our plans. As a matter of fact, communicating as we were by menore, it was only a minute or so since Correy had emanated his first comment: “I believe the beast sees us. His head was elevated and pointed this way.”

And now Hendricks, who was peering over the ruffled edge of an undulating, rubbery leaf of seaweed, turned and waved both arms. Disobeying my strictest orders, he fairly screamed his frantic warning:

“He sees us! He sees us! He’s coming!”

I ran up the twisted, concave surface of a giant stem of some kind. To my left, I could hear the shrill whine of Correy’s disintegrator ray generator, already in action, and protesting against a maximum load. To the right, Hendricks and his men were scrambling into position. Before me was the enemy.

Slowly, deliberately, as though he did not doubt his terrible ability, he unwrapped his coils from the Kabit. His head, with its graceful antennae searching the air, and the tentacles around his mouth writhing hungrily, reared itself ten times a man’s height from the ground. His small red eyes flashed like precious stones. Beyond, the mighty greenish coils slashed the rotting weed as he unwrapped them from the Kabit.