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Title: Time and Time Again

Author: Henry Beam Piper

Illustrator: Napoli

Release Date: July 15, 2006 [EBook #18831]

Language: English

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TIME AND TIME AGAIN

BY H. BEAM PIPER

Illustrated by Napoli

[Transcriber's note: This etext was produced from Astounding Science
Fiction April 1947. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the copyright on this publication was renewed.]

_To upset the stable, mighty stream of time would probably take an
enormous concentration of energy. And it's not to be expected that
a man would get a second chance at life. But an atomic might
accomplish both--_

Blinded by the bomb-flash and numbed by the narcotic injection, he could
not estimate the extent of his injuries, but he knew that he was dying.
Around him, in the darkness, voices sounded as through a thick wall.

"They mighta left mosta these Joes where they was. Half of them won't
even last till the truck comes."

"No matter; so long as they're alive, they must be treated," another
voice, crisp and cultivated, rebuked. "Better start taking names, while
we're waiting."

"Yes, sir." Fingers fumbled at his identity badge. "Hartley, Allan;
Captain, G5, Chem. Research AN/73/D. Serial, SO-23869403J."

"Allan Hartley!" The medic officer spoke in shocked surprise. "Why, he's
the man who wrote 'Children of the Mist', 'Rose of Death', and
'Conqueror's Road'!"

He tried to speak, and must have stirred; the corpsman's voice
sharpened.

"Major, I think he's part conscious. Mebbe I better give him 'nother
shot."

"Yes, yes; by all means, sergeant."

Something jabbed Allan Hartley in the back of the neck. Soft billows of
oblivion closed in upon him, and all that remained to him was a tiny
spark of awareness, glowing alone and lost in a great darkness.

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