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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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In
minutes,
it
seemed,
he
was
demanding:
"How
much
can
we
take?
Any
more
than
that?"
"No
more,"
said
Bell.
"All
the
weight
we
can
spare
goes
for
fuel.
See
if
you
can
find
another
hose
and
funnel
and
get
to
work
on
the
other
tank.
I'm
going
to
rustle
oil."
He
came
staggering
back
with
heavy
drums
of
it.
A
thought
struck
him.
"How
do
we
get
out?
What
works
the
harbor
door?"
Ortiz
pointed,
smiling.
"A
button,
Senor,
and
a
motor
does
the
rest."
He
looked
at
his
watch.
"I
had
better
see
if
my
fellow
subjects
have
come."
He
vanished,
smiling
his
same
queer
smile.
Bell
worked
frantically.
He
saw
Ortiz
coming
back,
pausing
to
light
a
cigarette,
and
taking
up
a
hatchet,
with
which
he
attacked
a
packing
case.
"They
are
outside,
Senor,"
he
called.
"They
have
found
the
signs
of
the
car
entering,
and
now
are
discussing."
He
plucked
something
carefully
from
the
packing
box
and
went
leisurely
back
toward
the
door.
Bell
began
to
load
the
food
and
stores
into
the
cabin,
with
sweat
streaming
down
his
face.
There
was
the
sound
of
a
terrific
explosion,
and
Bell
jumped
savagely
to
solid
ground.
"Keep
loading!
I'll
hold
them
back!"
he
snapped
to
Jamison.
But
when
he
went
pounding
to
the
back
of
the
warehouse
he
found
Ortiz
laughing.
"A
hand
grenade,
Senor,"
he
said
in
wholly
unnatural
levity.
"Among
the
subjects
of
The
Master.
I
believe
that
I
am
going
mad,
to
take
such
pleasure
in
destruction.
But
since
I
am
to
die
so
shortly,
why
not
go
mad,
if
it
gives
me
pleasure?"
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