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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Various
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The
Master
was
drawn
and
haggard.
He
looked
very,
very
old
and
beaten.
"I--I
would
prefer,"
he
said
dully,
"that
you
did
not
tell
where
I
am,
and
that
you
go
away
and
leave
me
here.
I--I
may
have
some
subjects
who
will
search
for
me,
and--they
may
discover
me
here....
But
I
am
beaten,
Senor.
You
know
that
you
have
won."
Bell
swung
up
on
the
wing
of
the
plane.
He
explored
about
in
the
cabin.
He
came
back.
"There
are
emergency
supplies,"
he
said
coldly.
"We
will
leave
them
with
you,
with
such
things
as
may
be
useful
to
allow
you
to
hope
as
long
as
possible.
I
do
not
think
you
will
ever
be
found
here."
"I--prefer
it,
Senor,"
said
The
Master
dully.
"I--I
will
catch
fish...."
Jamison
helped
put
the
packages
ashore.
The
Master
shivered.
Bell
stripped
off
his
coat
and
put
it
on
top
of
the
heap
of
packages.
The
Master
did
not
stir.
Bell
laid
a
revolver
on
top
of
his
coat.
He
went
out
to
the
plane
and
started
the
motors.
The
Master
watched
apathetically
as
the
big
seaplane
pulled
clumsily
out
of
the
little
cove.
The
rumble
of
the
engines
became
a
mighty
roar.
It
started
forward
with
a
rush,
skimmed
the
water
for
two
hundred
yards
or
so,
and
suddenly
lifted
clear
to
go
floating
away
through
the
air
toward
the
north.
Paula
was
the
only
one
who
looked
back.
"He's
crying,"
she
said
uncomfortably.
"It
isn't
fear,"
said
Bell
quietly.
"It's
grief
at
the
loss
of
his
ambition.
It
may
not
seem
so
to
you
two,
but
I
believe
he
meant
all
that
stuff
he
told
me.
He
was
probably
really
aiming,
in
his
own
way,
for
an
improved
world
for
men
to
live
in."
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