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Portrait of Fletcher Pratt Fletcher Pratt The Onslaught from Rigel — Chapter XX: The Coming of the Green Globes (1932)

Through the thinning cloud of yellow smoke, they could see a long black scar across the globe's top, with lines running out from it, like the wrinkles on an old, old face.
“Damn!” said Sherman. “Only nicked him. They must have something good in the line of armor on that thing. Look how it stood up. Watch it, everybody, we're going to go again, Gloria!”
Again the searchlight beam swung out and down, sought the green monster. But this time the Lassan globe acted more quickly. The yellow ray lifted, probed for them, caught them in its beam.
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Portrait of Fletcher Pratt Fletcher Pratt The Onslaught from Rigel — Chapter XX: The Coming of the Green Globes (1932)

There was a report, a shock, a vivid cloud of steam, and dripping and coughing like a child that has swallowed water in haste, the Monitor rose from the stream, her broken wings trailing behind her.
“I don't know—whether—I can fly—this crate or not,” said Sherman, trying to make what was left of the controls work. “Shoot, Murray—if we put on enough power—we won't have to soar.” There was a renewed roar of explosions from theMonitor. Desperately, swinging in a wide curve that carried her miles out of her way, she turned her nose southwards.
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Portrait of Fletcher Pratt Fletcher Pratt The Onslaught from Rigel — Chapter XX: The Coming of the Green Globes (1932)

They must have found a way to turn that pure light of theirs into pure sound and vibrate it on every note of the scale all at once, beside a lot the scale never heard of. Well, now we know.”
“And so do they,” said Ben. “That bozo isn't going to hang around and take another chance on getting mashed with our gravity beam. Even if we did only tip him, I'll bet we hurt him plenty.”
“All I've got to say,” replied Sherman, “is that I'm glad we're made of metal instead of flesh and blood. If that infra-sound ray had hit us before, we'd be mashed potatoes in that field down there.
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