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The things had no weight, but they emitted a strange, electric warmth which seemed to penetrate my entire body instantly as I ran unseeingly, trying to find the ship, tearing at the fastenings of my mask as I ran. I could not, of course, enter the ship with these things clinging to my garments.

Suddenly I felt water splash under my feet; felt its grateful coolness upon my legs, and with a gasp I realized I had in my confusion been running away from the ship, instead of toward it. I stopped, trying to get a grip on myself.

The belt of the breathing mask came loose, and I tore the thing from me, holding my breath and staring around wildly. The ship was only a few yards away, and Hendricks, his mask already off, was running toward me.

* * * * *

“Back!” I shouted. “I’m all right now. Back!” He hesitated for an instant until I caught up with him, and then, together, we gained the safety of the air-lock. Without orders, the men swung shut the ponderous door, and Hendricks and I stood there panting, and drawing in breaths of the Ertak’s clean, reviving air.

“That possibility was one we overlooked, sir,” said Hendricks. “Let’s see what’s happening.”

We opened the shutter of a port nearby and gazed out onto the beach we had so hurriedly deserted. There were three or four of the glowing things huddled shapelessly around our abandoned suits, and ragged holes showed in several places in the thin copper helmets. Even as we looked, they dissolved into nothingness, and after a few seconds of hesitation, the things swarmed swiftly back to the ship.

“Well,” I commented, trying to keep my voice reasonably free from the feelings which gripped me, “I believe we’re beaten, Hendricks. At least, we’re helpless against them. Our only chance is that they’ll leave us before they have eaten through the second skin; so long as we still have that, we can live … and perhaps be found.”

“I doubt they’ll leave us while there’s a scrap of metal left, sir,” said Hendricks slowly. “Something’s brought them from their usual haunts. There’s no reason why they should leave a certainty for an uncertainty. But we’re not quite through trying. I saw something–have I your permission to make another try at them? Alone, sir?”

“Any chance of success, lad?” I asked, searching his eyes.

“A chance, sir,” he replied, his glance never wavering. “I can be ready in a few minutes.”

“Then, go ahead–on one condition: that you let me come with you.”

“Very good, sir; as you wish. Have two other breathing masks ready. I’ll be back very soon.”

And he left me hastily, taking the steps of the companionway two at a time.

* * * * *

It was nearly an hour before Hendricks returned, bringing with him two of the most amazing pieces of apparatus I have ever seen.

To make each of them, he had taken a flask of compressed air from our emergency stores, and run a flexible tube from it into a cylindrical drinking water container. Another tube, which I recognized as being a part of our fire-extinguishers, and terminating in a metal nozzle, sprouted from the water container. Both tubes were securely sealed into the mouth of the metal cylinder, and lengths of hastily-knotted rope had been bound around each contrivance so that the two heavy containers, the air flask and the small water tank could be slung from the shoulders.

“Here, sir,” he said hastily, “get into a breathing mask, and put on these things as you see me do. No time to explain anything now, except this: as soon as you’re outside the ship, turn the valve that opens the compressed air flask. Hold this hose, coming from the water container, in your right hand. Don’t touch the metal nozzle. Use the hose just as you’d use a portable disintegrator-ray projector.”