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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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The
two
fleets
mingled
and
merged
momentarily,
the
battle
becoming
a
thing
of
madness,
a
huge
whirl
of
black
and
glittering
flying-boats
together,
striking
shells
exploding
nothingness
about
them.
The
Ralas
were
fighting
like
demons.
The
merged,
terrific
combat
lasted
but
moments;
could
last
but
moments.
Norman,
his
gun's
magazine
empty,
seemed
to
see
the
mass
of
struggling
ships
splittering,
diverging;
then
saw
that
the
black
craft
were
dropping,
plummeting
downward
toward
the
waves!
The
Ralas,
stunned
by
that
minute
of
terrific
combat,
were
fleeing.
Muffled
cries
and
cheers
came
from
about
him
as
the
glittering
flying-boats
of
the
green
men
shot
after
them.
They
crashed
down
into
the
waters
and
curved
deeply
into
their
green-depths,
toward
the
gigantic
dome.
Ahead
the
Rala
boats
were
in
flight
toward
their
city,
and
now
their
pursuers
were
like
sharks
striking
after
them.
There
in
the
depths
the
force-guns
of
black
and
glittering
boats
alike
were
spitting,
and
giant
waves
and
underwater
convulsions
rocked
pursued
and
pursuers
as
the
exploding
shells
annihilated
boats
and
water
about
them.
The
tunnel!
Its
round
opening
yawned
in
the
looming
wall
ahead,
and
Norman
saw
the
Rala
craft,
reduced
to
scores
in
number,
hurtling
into
it,
to
rouse
all
the
forces
of
the
great
amphibian
city.
Their
own
boats
were
flashing
into
the
opening
after
them.
He
glimpsed
as
he
glanced
back
for
a
moment
the
larger
craft
with
the
great
force-bombs
veering
aside
behind
them.
It
was
nightmare
in
the
water-tunnel.
Flashing
beams
of
the
craft
ahead
and
waters
that
rocked
and
smashed
around
them
as
in
flight
the
Ralas
still
rained
back
force-shells
toward
them
in
a
chaos
of
action.
Once
the
frog-men
turned
to
hold
them
back
in
the
tunnel,
but
by
sheer
weight
the
rushing
ships
of
the
green
men
crashed
them
onward.
Boats
were
going
into
nothingness
all
around
them.
A
part
of
Norman's
brain
wondered
calmly
why
they
survived
even
while
another
part
kept
his
gun
again
working,
with
refilled
magazine.
Fellows
and
Sarja
were
grotesque
shapes
beside
him.
Abruptly
the
tunnel
curved
upward
and
as
they
flashed
up
after
the
remaining
Rala
craft
their
boats
ripped
up
into
clear
air!
They
were
beneath
the
giant
dome!
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