Ray Cummings,
The White Invaders
“ Ahead of us, to the right within the line of oleanders, the glowing white figure of an apparition was visible. We stopped, out of breath from the climb, and stood by the roadside.“See it there?” Don murmured. “Let’s wait and watch it a moment.”One may get used to anything. We were not frightened. The figure, no more than twenty feet ahead of us, stood partly within a tree-trunk. It could not materialize there. It was the figure of a man, with helmet and looped wires.“Not that fellow who called himself Tako,” I whispered.This one was smaller, no larger than Jane, perhaps. ”
