Fletcher Pratt,
The Onslaught from Rigel — Chapter XXI: Reinforcements
(1932)
“ From behind other trees in the little park, a group of metallic figures, all armed, rose into sight.“My name's Ben Ruby,” said Ben, extending his hand, “at present General commanding what there is of the American army.”“Mine's Salsinger. I suppose you could call me Mayor of Chicago since those birds got Lindstrom. So you're fighting the Lassans, eh? Good. We'd like to take a few pokes at them ourselves, but that light-ray they have is too much for us. All we can do is pot the birds.”“Oh,” said Ben, “we've got that beat and a lot of other stuff, too. How many of you are there?” ”
