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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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For
the
next
six
days
they
existed
in
their
straitened
quarters,
one
guarding
while
the
other
slept,
but
such
alarms
as
they
experienced
were
of
a
minor
nature,
easily
disposed
of
by
their
flash
pistol.
It
had
not
been
intended
for
continuous
service,
and
under
the
frequent
drains
it
showed
an
alarming
loss
of
power.
Forepaugh
repeatedly
warned
Gunga
to
be
more
sparing
in
its
use,
but
that
worthy
persisted
in
his
practice
of
using
it
against
every
trifling
invasion
of
the
poisonous
Inranian
cave
moss
that
threatened
them,
or
the
warm,
soggy
water-spiders
that
hopefully
explored
the
ventilator
shaft
in
search
of
living
food.
"Bash
'em
with
a
broom,
or
something!
Never
mind
if
it
isn't
nice.
Save
our
flash
gun
for
something
bigger."
Gunga
only
looked
distressed.
On
the
seventh
day
their
position
became
untenable.
Some
kind
of
sea
creature,
hidden
under
the
ever-replenished
storm
waters,
had
found
the
concrete
emplacements
of
their
trading
post
to
its
liking.
Just
how
it
was
done
was
never
learned.
It
is
doubtful
that
the
creatures
could
gnaw
away
the
solid
stone--more
likely
the
process
was
chemical,
but
none
the
less
it
was
effective.
The
foundations
crumbled;
the
metal
shell
subsided,
rolled
half
over
so
that
silty
water
leaked
in
through
the
straining
seams,
and
threatened
at
any
moment
to
be
buffeted
and
urged
away
on
the
surface
of
the
flood
toward
that
distant
vast
sea
which
covers
nine-tenths
of
the
area
of
Inra.
"Time
to
mush
for
the
mountains,"
Forepaugh
decided.
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