Fletcher Pratt,
The Onslaught from Rigel — Chapter XVII: Marta's Sacrifice
(1932)
“ Like a living thing, the car swerved from the road, dived across the ditch, and losing speed, rolled to a halt on the green lawn of a suburban bungalow. Sherman leaped out. “Come on, for God's sake,” he cried. “It's a fighting machine. If they've seen us they'll start shooting.” ”
Fletcher Pratt,
The Onslaught from Rigel — Chapter XVII: Marta's Sacrifice
(1932)
“ If there were a borderline along which Lassans were meeting humans in any kind of conflict it was most likely to lie southward. With this thought in mind, he turned his plane to the south, and keeping the white line of foam along the coast beneath him as a guide, began to let her out.The ceiling was low; between clouds and fitful squalls of rain flying was difficult and the weight of Sherman's mechanical body seemed to make the machine move loggily. ”
Fletcher Pratt,
The Onslaught from Rigel — Chapter XVII: Marta's Sacrifice
(1932)
“ He set the automatic pilot, and drew his revolver, but the bird, unfamiliar with the machine it was attacking, had dashed recklessly in. There was a rending screech as it came into contact with the wings of the autogiro; Sherman got in one shot, and then bird, man and plane tumbled toward the earth. ”
