CHAPTER III Extract from Martin’s Diary
Dizzily, I opened my eyes on a weird scene of glaring purple light. I was inside Tarrago’s encampment, fifteen miles from devastated Savannah. Nearby stood the huge, gleaming, silvery interplanetary ship, ball-like, with circular aluminite fins. A quarter of a mile away, the violet curtain of light reached far into the sky, a strange blockade wall that enclosed the entire camp.
In that glaring light I saw the figures of men moving about. The place was littered with apparatus, which was being loaded into the space ship. There were two kinds of men. Some wore peculiar furs that did nothing to transform their savage features. Those were the members of Tarrago’s villainous crew. Then there were squat, powerful dwarfs, toiling like a group of misshapen
