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...Doc replied nothing. The flake-gold of the bronze
man's eyes seemed less animated than usual, as if at rest.
Big-fisted Renny shivered, partially from relief, but largely because
of the cold. He changed the subject.
"Brothers," he rumbled, "wouldn't a nice place with trees
and water be a relief after this frost-bitten waste?"
Renny was destined to see his trees and water--to see so much of them
that a cold land, even a Polar waste, would be a relief.
In the remote woods country of northern Michigan lay the region Renny--and
Doc and the others as well--would next visit. Their going would be in search
of the most sinister menace ever to threaten the metropolitan centers of
the United States.
The Monsters! For months their coming had been advertised in
all the great newspapers of the United States. A deliberate campaign, those
advertisements, to prepare the world for the horror of the coming of the
They were hardly needed, those ads; for with the first coming of the
monsters came stark terror. Even in New York, hundreds of miles away, they
stationed a chain of warships around Manhattan Island for protection.
Renny, having no hint of what was to come, referred only to a comfortable
climate when he wished for trees and water.
The men walked through the ancient monastery and
came near the room which held Ham and Rae Stanley...
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