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Read Ebook: Thief of Mars by Hasse Henry Bok Hannes Illustrator
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"Sure of it? Man, I've been dodging the Patrol so much out here that I can tell 'em a million miles off!"
"So--I win after all, Tarnuff! That statement you signed absolves me. Let 'em come!" Ron waved his arms wildly in the direction of the approaching ship. "Come on you birds, step on it!"
Tarnuff reached suddenly in his pocket and brought out the folded paper.
"Yes, it does clear you, doesn't it? You and your brother both! Thanks for reminding me, Jordan, in the excitement I almost forgot about that...."
And then Tarnuff's voice became shrill with maniac glee:
He whirled suddenly and leaped toward the stern rocket tubes only a few yards away.
In a flash of horror Ron realized his intention--to destroy that paper in the rocket blast! Ron took two bounding steps after him, and then realized he could never catch him in time. But Ron still held the atom pistol. He swung his arm stiffly up in a straight line with Tarnuff's back, and pulled the trigger.
Ron leaped after him, but it was too late. He saw the crumpled paper jarred from Tarnuff's outflung hand. It drifted lazily on, down over the rocket tube and then out into the blast, where it vanished in an insignificant little puff of flame.
Ron was suddenly very weary. He didn't move from where he stood, he just sat down there, bowed his head in his hands, and waited.
"Hello, hello. Jordan, is it? Can you hear us? Hello!" The voice came so faintly in Ron's ears that it sounded like a dream. He lifted his head, stared around, and then realized it was coming through his phone.
"Yeah, I hear you," he replied tonelessly, looking out at the Patrol ship which was nearer than he had supposed.
"You suppose right, Commander! Come and get it!"
Ron looked back at the Silicytes. They were still at it! The damn things were insatiable! The gaping hole had widened perceptibly, and they were working in his direction now. Ron could almost imagine he felt the heat of them already.
He leaped to his feet and turned on his helmet phone full power.
"Hey, Commander!" he yelled. "Pardon me for asking, but how long would it take you to hurry? You'd better get here in five minutes or I'll be a mere hunk of dessert for these animated rock-piles. Step on those rockets!"
He heard someone chuckling, and then he sighed his relief as he saw the Patroller respond with full blast.
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