Blake looked at Penton from the side of his eyes.

Penton turned away the light with a sigh of relief.

Penton got out the other side, and silently they walked up the line of traffic.

Penton turned away from the little window in the frosted glass of the door.

He looked toward Penton with an evident feeling that something was being concealed.

Penton rose a bit in his seat, and looked down through the window, thoughtfully.

Penton reached out a deliberate hand and cracked him over the face, hard.

Penton looked at him for a moment, frowning, then a light seemed to dawn.

Penton looked at him in surprise, started up, then rose to his feet gingerly.

Blake looked at the contents of the case Penton indicated.

Many of its most ardent fans, like Penton, never attended the university.

Check the control system and let it go," Penton said softly.

Not toward Penton, but across the great hallway to a hanging balcony on the far side!

Penton carried him into the lock, and slammed the great door shut.

Blake helped Penton into the ship with a broad grin.

Say, Penton, how far do you think this creature's mental impressions reach out?

It paused a moment under the huge windows, twenty feet from the ground, while Penton stepped out.

Ted Penton was moving now, swaying on his feet peculiarly.

"Now," continued that particular Penton, "we will each fire, beginning with myself, one at a time.

That Penton held up his ion-gun, and pushed the button.

Penton walked as near as he felt was reasonably safe, and looked.

A door appeared at the side of a corridor, and Penton halted abruptly.

Its dimly seen head turned, and gleaming, violet eyes looked up at Penton.

A moment later, Penton, his face greenish in hue, followed him.

Blake pulled his feet off the floor hastily, and looked in dismay at Penton.