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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Various
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She
took
the
seat
in
which
Dalis
had
sat
before
he
had
gone
out
to
the
command
of
his
Gens,
studied
for
many
minutes
the
battle
in
space
between
the
two
alien
worlds.
"Dalis
is
winning,"
said
the
Elder
Sarka
quietly,
"apparently!"
"The
qualification
is
a
just
one,"
said
Jaska
softly.
"'Apparently,'
indeed!
You
will
note
now
that,
though
men
of
the
Gens
of
Dalis
swarm
all
about
the
aircars,
and
even
clamber
atop
them,
no
more
are
dying
in
the
grasp
of
those
tentacles?
Is
Dalis
arranging
a
treacherous
truce
with
the
Moon-men?"
"I
have
been
wondering
about
that,"
said
Sarka
softly,
"for
it
is
my
belief
that
nothing
not
conducive
to
his
own
selfish
interests
would
have
forced
Dalis
to
leave
this
place
and
take
command
of
his
Gens,
as
I
had
first
ordered,
unless
he
had
schemes
planned
of
which
father
and
I
could
know
nothing.
Now
that
I
think
of
it,
Jaska,
how
did
Dalis
know
our
secret
code
of
fingers?"
Jaska
started,
and
turned
a
blanched
face
to
Sarka.
"Did
he
know?"
she
cried.
"Did
he?
If
he
did
that
proves
a
suspicion
that
I
have
entertained
since
the
first
moment
when
Dalis
swept
into
the
fight,
and
I
sensed
that
alien
signals
were
being
flashed
back
and
forth!"
"Flashed
back
and
forth!"
ejaculated
Sarka.
"How
do
you
mean?
That
Dalis
was
somehow
able
to
communicate
with
the
Moon-men
in
their
own
language,
or
through
their
own
signals?"
"Why
not?
He
knew
our
secret
code,
did
he
not?
I
never
gave
it
to
him,
and
I
know
that
you
did
not.
No,
Dalis
has
some
means,
never
discovered
or
suspected
by
you
Sarkas,
whereby
he
is
able
to
understand
alien
tongues
and
alien
sign
manuals!"
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