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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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It
went
down
with
a
wild
flurry
of
waving
webbed
paws
and
croaking
cries,
stilled
almost
instantly
by
Norman's
terrific
blows.
There
was
silence
then
as
Hackett
and
Sarja
squeezed
out
after
him,
the
momentary
clamor
of
the
battle
having
aroused
no
one.
The
three
leaped
together
toward
the
stairs.
In
two
great
floating
leaps
they
were
on
the
floor
above,
Hackett
and
Norman
dragging
Sarja
between
them.
They
were
not
seen,
were
sailing
in
giant
steps
up
another
stair,
hopes
rising
high.
The
last
stair--the
roof-opening
above;
and
then
from
beneath
a
great
croaking
cry
swelled
instantly
into
chorus
of
a
alarmed
shouts.
"They've
found
the
door--the
guard!"
panted
Hackett.
They
were
bursting
out
onto
the
roof.
Frog-guards
were
on
it
who
came
in
a
hopping
rush
toward
them,
force-pistols
raised.
But
a
giant
leap
took
Hackett
among
them,
to
amaze
them
for
a
moment
with
great
flailing
blows.
Sarja
had
leaped
for
the
nearest
flying-boat
resting
on
the
roof,
and
was
calling
in
a
frantic
voice
to
Norman
and
Hackett.
Norman
was
turning
toward
Hackett,
the
center
of
a
wild
combat,
but
the
latter
emerged
from
it
for
a
brief
second
to
motion
him
frantically
back.
"No
use,
Norman--get
away--get
away!"
he
cried
hoarsely,
frenziedly.
"Hackett--for
God's
sake--!"
Norman
half-leaped
to
the
other,
but
an
arm
caught
him,
pulled
him
desperately
onto
the
boat's
surface.
It
was
Sarja,
the
long
craft
flying
over
the
roof
beneath
his
control.
"They
come!"
he
panted.
"Too
late
now--"
Frog-men
were
pouring
up
onto
the
roof
from
below.
Sarja
sent
the
craft
rocketing
upward,
as
Hackett
gestured
them
away
for
a
last
frantic
time
before
going
down
beneath
the
frog-men's
onslaught.
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