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.* * * * *The old man stepped from the controls and approached the disk.He scooped the little animal from where it lay into his arms and patted the silky head."Good dog," he murmured; and the creature snuggled close to him, comforted, already forgetting that horrible place from which it had just returned."Is everything ready, George?" asked the old man."Yes, sir," replied the servant."The men are all ready, even anxious to go.If you ask me, sir, they are a tough lot.""They are as brave a group of men as ever graced the Earth," replied the scientist gently."They are adventurers, every one of whom has faced danger and will not shrink from it.They are born fighters.My one regret is that I have not been able to secure more like them.A thousand men such as they should be able to conquer any opponent.It was impossible.The others were poor soft fools.They laughed in my face.They thought I was an old fool--I, the man who alone stands between them and utter destruction."His voice had risen to almost a scream, but it again sank to a normal tone."I may be sending ninety-eight brave men to instant death.I hope not.""You can always jerk them back, sir," suggested George."Maybe I can, maybe not," murmured the old man.Henry Woods appeared in the doorway."When do we start?" he asked."We?" exclaimed the scientist."Certainly, you don't believe you're going to leave me out of this.Why, man, it's the greatest story of all time.I'm going as special war correspondent.""They believed it? They are going to publish it?" cried the old man, clutching at the newspaperman's sleeve."Well, the editor was skeptical at first, but after I swore on all sorts of oaths it was true, he ate it up.Maybe you think that story didn't stop the presses!""I didn't expect them to.I just took a chance.I thought they, too, would laugh at me.""But when do we start?" persisted Henry."You are really in earnest? You really want to go?" asked the old man, unbelievingly."I am going.Try to stop me."Dr.White glanced at his watch."We will start in exactly thirty-four minutes," he said.* * * * *"Ten seconds to go." George, standing with watch in hand, spoke in a precise manner, the very crispness of his words betraying the excitement under which he labored.The blue light, hissing, drove from disk to disk; the room thundered with the roar of the machine, before which stood Dr.White, his hand on the lever, his eyes glued on the instruments before him.In a line stood the men who were to fling themselves into the light to be warped into another dimension, there to seek out and fight an unknown enemy.The line was headed by a tall man with hands like hams, with a weather-beaten face and a wild mop of hair.Behind him stood a belligerent little cockney.Henry Woods stood fifth in line.They were a motley lot, adventurers every one of them, and some were obviously afraid as they stood before that column of light, with only a few seconds of the third dimension left to them.They had answered a weird advertisement, and had but a limited idea of what they were about to do.Grimly, though, they accepted it as a job, a bizarre job, but a job.They faced it as they had faced other equally dangerous, but less unusual, jobs."Five seconds," snapped George.The lever was all the way over now.The half-globe showed, within its milky interior, a hideously distorted landscape.The light had taken on a hard, brittle appearance and its hiss had risen to a scream.The machine thundered steadily with a suggestion of horrible power."Time up!"The tall man stepped forward.His foot reached the disk; another step and he was bathed in the light, a third and he glimmered momentarily, then vanished.Close on his heels followed the little cockney.With his nerves at almost a snapping point, Henry moved on behind the fourth man.He was horribly afraid, he wanted to break from the line and run, it didn't matter where, any place to get away from that steady, steely light in front of him.He had seen three men step into it, glow for a second, and then disappear.A fourth man had placed his foot on the disk.Cold sweat stood out on his brow.Like an automaton he placed one foot on the disk.The fourth man had already disappeared."Snap into it, pal," growled the man behind.Henry lifted the other foot, caught his toe on the edge of the disk and stumbled headlong into the column of light.He was conscious of intense heat which was instantly followed by equally intense cold.For a moment his body seemed to be under enormous pressure, then it seemed to be expanding, flying apart, bursting, exploding.* * * * *He felt solid ground under his feet, and his eyes, snapping open, saw an alien land.It was a land of somber color, with great gray moors, and beetling black cliffs.There was something queer about it, an intangible quality that baffled him.He looked about him, expecting to see his companions.He saw no one.He was absolutely alone in that desolate brooding land
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