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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Various
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He
settled
down
to
his
grim
watch
for
the
city.
All
during
the
cloudy,
overcast
day
he
strained
his
eyes
ahead.
Jamison
could
make
nothing
of
him.
In
the
end
he
had
to
leave
Bell
to
his
moody
waiting.
The
morning
passed,
and
midday,
and
a
long
afternoon.
Three
times
Bell
came
restlessly
back
to
the
engine
and
tried
to
coax
more
speed
out
of
it.
But
when
darkness
fell
the
town
was
still
not
in
sight.
They
kept
on,
then,
steering
by
the
stars
with
the
motor
putt-putt-putting
sturdily
away
in
the
stern.
The
water
splashed
and
washed
all
about
them.
The
little
boat
rose,
and
fell,
and
rose
and
fell
again.
"That's
the
town,"
said
Bell
grimly.
It
was
eleven
at
night,
or
later.
Lights
began
to
appear,
very
far
away,
dancing
miragelike
on
the
edge
of
the
water.
They
grew
nearer
with
almost
infinite
slowness.
Two
wide
bands
of
many
lights,
with
a
darker
space
in
which
a
few
much
brighter
lights
showed
clearly.
Presently
a
single
red
light
appeared,
the
Punta
Arenas
harbor
light,
twenty-five
feet
up
on
an
iron
pole.
They
passed
it.
"Bell,"
said
Jamison
curtly,
"it's
time
you
showed
some
sense,
now.
We're
going
to
find
out
some
things
before
we
get
reckless.
This
town
isn't
a
big
one,
but
it
always
was
a
hell
on
earth.
No
extradition
from
here.
It's
full
of
wanted
men.
It's
dying,
now,
from
the
old
days
when
all
ships
passed
the
Straits
before
the
Panama
Canal
opened
up,
but
it
ought
to
be
still
a
hell
on
earth.
And
we're
going
to
put
on
these
sheepmen
outfits,
and
put
up
at
some
low
caste
sailors'
and
sheepmen's
hotel
on
shore,
and
find
out
what
is
what.
In
the
morning,
if
you
like--"
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