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nd went limp. McLean jerked the knife from its scabbard. He did not have to use it. A series of fine tremors passing through his body, the Martian was dying. The explosive slug from the Rangeley had finally done its work. With relief McLean let the body drop. * * * * * McLean wiped sweat and sand from his face. "That was the death charge, all right. But you didn't miss. See--" He pointed to the wound in the Martian's chest. The Rangeley stopped burping as the girl took her eyes from the sight and looked around. Glancing at the Martian, she hastily averted her face. An instant later, she was back at the sight. The Rangeley began burping again. McLean had the impression that all the time he had been fighting with the Martian, the Rangeley had been burping. She had kept the gun going! There was something he wanted to say to this archaeologist. He waited until he had enough breath to say it. "You're all right," he said at last. "I mean you use your head and keep the others holed up while I fight this one." She flashed a smile at him. "They're not holed up, they're running," she answered. McLean lifted his head above the level of the hole. A corpse was sprawled almost at the muzzle of the Rangeley. A second lay fifty feet away. A third was perhaps a hundred yards distant. While he had been fighting the berserk Martian, the others had seized the opportunity to charge. "Good girl! You saved our necks." He watched the running tribesmen. She was keeping the sand at their heels thoroughly stirred up with slugs from the Rangeley. "Wonderful!" McLean breathed. "Lift your sights just a little--" The Rangeley went into silence. Looking down, he saw that her shoulders were shaking with sobs. "I know how you feel," he said, gently. "But you had to do it, to save our necks. Come on! Let's get back to our car while they're still running and we have the chance!" He swung into action. * * * * * Collapsing the sight into place, he swung the Rangeley and its tripod mounting over his shoulder. Catching the girl by one hand, he began to run. To both, the car looked like heaven. It was that, and more. Here in this desert each had found in the other something that he had searched for all his life and had not found. There was heaven in this thought. McLean could hear the girl panting as she ran beside him, but she was also laughing. He began to
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