He regained his
senses with lightning speed. Out came his electric torch; he trained
it on the prisoners.
"By God!" he cursed. "You'll not get away, you--" And he fumbled
with the weapon in his belt.
It was one of the boxlike machine guns. Young Ernol hesitated only
an instant. Then he dashed forward.
The box spat fire. The boy threw his weight against the deputy, so
that the man lost his balance and toppled out the door into the arms
of the guards below.
And the doctor brought his own mind back to his body not one second
before the lad, burnt through and through by the flame of the man's
weapon, fell back into the room--dead.
XV
POWART STRIKES
From then on until the end the doctor was out of it. Try as he
might, he could find no other mind with which to connect, no other
view-point like his own. He had to content himself with what the
others learned.
Their knowledge of the rescue stopped short soon after the Cobulus,
with its living freight, quitted the prison grounds.
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