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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Nat
stepped
to
the
speaking-tube.
"Try
to
ram
her,"
he
called
up
to
Brent.
"We'll
open
with
all
guns,
pointing
forward."
"Very
good,
Sir,"
the
Cockney
called
back.
The
black
shadow
was
now
nearly
in
the
centre
of
the
mirror.
It
moved
upward,
vanished.
Suddenly
the
atomic
motors
began
wheezing
again.
The
wheeze
became
a
whine,
a
drone.
"We've
dropped
to
two
thousand
miles
an
hour,
Sir,"
called
Brent.
Nat
leaped
for
the
companion.
As
he
reached
the
top
he
could
hear
the
teleradio
apparatus
in
the
wireless
room
overhead
begin
to
chatter:
"A-A-A.
Don't
try
to
interfere.
Am
taking
you
to
the
Crater
of
Pytho.
Shall
renew
my
offer
there.
Any
resistance
will
be
fatal.
Axelson."
And
suddenly
the
droning
of
the
motors
became
a
whine
again,
then
silence.
Nat
stared
at
the
instrument-board
and
uttered
a
cry.
"What's
the
matter?"
demanded
Madge.
Nat
swung
upon
her.
"The
matter?"
he
bawled.
"He's
neutralized
our
engines
by
some
infernal
means
of
his
own,
and
he's
towing
us
to
the
Moon!"
The
huge
sphere
of
the
Moon
had
long
since
covered
the
entire
dome.
The
huge
Crater
of
Pytho
now
filled
it,
a
black
hollow
fifty
miles
across,
into
which
they
were
gradually
settling.
And,
as
they
settled,
the
pale
Earth
light,
white
as
that
of
the
Moon
on
Earth,
showed
the
gaunt
masses
of
bare
rock,
on
which
nothing
grew,
and
the
long
stalactites
of
glassy
lava
that
hung
from
them.
Then
out
of
the
depths
beneath
emerged
the
shadowy
shape
of
the
landing-stage.
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