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And saw the pirate and the redheaded priestess scarcely five hundred
yards away, flying after them. Black Randolph held a disintegrator in
his hand. As he came within the radius of a needle-tower, he took
careful aim at it and blasted the ribboned globe atop it into drifting
powder.
[Illustration: _And, as he came, Randolph was destroying the towers of
change!_]