"They accomplished their purpose," he muttered. "I--I'm--"
"Where are you hurt?" I asked, my hands running over his shoulder and
arm. That glove-fitting silk garment over his right arm and part of his
chest felt strangely altered, brittle, charred.
"The healing ray," he muttered. "The orlex ray--only that could help
me ... and I know that you do not have it."
A sound, the clump of heavy metal feet, caused me suddenly to jerk
erect. My eyes tried to pierce the darkness.
A grotesque form was emerging from the gloom--Eyoaoc Eiioiei.