Of what happened next Watson remembered but little. The bottom seemed to have dropped out of the universe. He was conscious of a crushing blur of immensity, of a silent thundering within him—then mental chaos and a stunned oblivion.
XXXIX. — WHO IS THE JARADOS?
It was all over. Chick opened his eyes to see the Jan throwing open the plate on the side of the compartment. Neither the soldier nor the Rhamda seemed to have noted Chick's daze. As for the Jan, his blue eyes were dancing with dare-devilry.
“That's what I call living!” he grinned. “They can keep on looking for the June Bug all night!”
Chick looked out. They were inside the great room from which they had started; the trip was over; the plunge had been made in safety. Chick took a long breath, and held out a hand.
“A man after my own heart, Jan Lucar. I foresee that we may have great sport with the Senestro.”
“Aye, my lord,” cheerfully. “The presumptuous usurper! I only wish I could kill him, instead of you.”
“You are not the only one,” commented the Rhamda. “Half of the Rhamdas would cheerfully act as the chosen one's proxy.”