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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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It
was
little
before
sunset
when
the
character
of
the
shore
changed
yet
again,
and
the
sun
was
low
behind
a
bank
of
angry
clouds
when
the
stubby
forefinger
of
rock
that
Magellan
optimistically
named
the
Cape
of
the
Eleven
Thousand
Virgins
reached
upward
from
the
seemingly
placid
water.
Bell
swept
lower,
then,
much
lower,
looking
for
a
landing
place.
He
found
it
eight
or
nine
miles
farther
on,
on
a
wide
sandy
beach
some
three
miles
from
a
lighthouse.
The
little
plane
splashed
down
into
tumbling
sea
and,
half
supported
by
the
waves
and
half
by
the
lift
remaining
to
its
wings,
ran
for
yards
up
upon
the
hard
packed
sand.
The
landing
had
been
made
at
late
twilight,
and
Bell
moved
stiffly
when
he
rose
from
the
pilot's
seat.
"I'm
going
over
to
that
lighthouse,"
he
said
curtly.
"There
won't
be
enough
men
there
to
be
dangerous
and
they
probably
haven't
frequent
communication
with
the
town.
I'll
learn
something,
anyway.
You
two
stay
with
the
plane."
Jamison
lifted
his
eyebrows
and
was
about
to
speak,
but
looked
at
Bell's
expression
and
stopped.
Leadership
is
everywhere
a
matter
of
emotion
and
brains
together,
and
though
Jamison
had
his
share
of
brains,
he
had
not
Bell's
corroding,
withering
passion
of
hatred
against
The
Master
and
all
who
served
him
gladly.
All
the
way
down
the
coast
Bell
had
been
remembering
things
he
had
seen
of
The
Master's
doing.
His
power
was
solely
that
of
fear,
and
the
deputies
of
his
selection
had
necessarily
been
men
who
would
spread
that
terror
with
an
unholy
zest.
The
nature
of
his
hold
upon
his
subjects
was
such
that
no
honorable
man
would
ever
serve
him
willingly,
and
for
deputies
he
had
need
of
men
even
of
enthusiasm.
His
deputies,
then,
were
men
who
found
in
the
assigned
authority
of
The
Master
full
scope
for
the
satisfaction
of
their
own
passions.
And
Bell
had
seen
what
those
passions
brought
about,
and
there
was
a
dull
flame
of
hatred
burning
in
his
eyes
that
would
never
quite
leave
them
until
those
men
were
powerless
and
The
Master
dead.
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