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Chapter 17 — The Fight in the Cave of the Moon Butchers

           Iseemtorememberakindofstereotypedphraserunningthroughmymind:“Zoneoffire,seekcover!”IknowImadeadashforthespacebetweentwoofthecarcasses,andstoodtherepantingandfeelingverywicked.

           IlookedroundforCavor,andforamomentitseemedasifhehadvanishedfromtheworld.Thenhecameoutofthedarknessbetweentherowofthecarcassesandtherockywallofthecavern.Isawhislittleface,darkandblue,andshiningwithperspirationandemotion.

           Hewassayingsomething,butwhatitwasIdidnotheed.Ihadrealisedthatwemightworkfrommooncalftomooncalfupthecaveuntilwewerenearenoughtochargehome.Itwaschargeornothing.“Comeon!”Isaid,andledtheway.

           “Bedford!”hecriedunavailingly.

           Mymindwasbusyaswewentupthatnarrowalleybetweenthedeadbodiesandthewallofthecavern.Therockscurvedabout—theycouldnotenfiladeus.Thoughinthatnarrowspacewecouldnotleap,yetwithourearth-bornstrengthwewerestillabletogoverymuchfasterthantheSelenites.Ireckonedweshouldpresentlycomerightamongthem.Oncewewereonthem,theywouldbenearlyasformidableasblackbeetles.Onlytherewouldfirstofallbeavolley.Ithoughtofastratagem.IwhippedoffmyflanneljacketasIran.

           “Bedford!”pantedCavorbehindme.

           Iglancedback.“What?”saidI.

           Hewaspointingupwardoverthecarcasses.“Whitelight!”hesaid.“Whitelightagain!”

           Ilooked,anditwasevenso;afaintwhiteghostoflightintheremotercavernroof.Thatseemedtogivemedoublestrength.

           “Keepclose,”Isaid.

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