Ali made a gesture. Hands seized Murphy's shoulders. A respirator was held to his nostrils. He thought of his camera, and he could have laughed. Mystery! Excitement! Thrills! Dramatic sequence for Know Your Universe! Staff-man murdered by fanatics! The crime recorded on his own camera! See the blood, hear his death-rattle, smell the poison!
The vapor choked him. What a break! What a sequence!
"Sirgamesk," said Howard Frayberg, "bigger and brighter every minute."
"It must've been just about in here," said Catlin, "that Wilbur's horseback rider appeared."
"That's right! Steward!"
"Yes, sir?"
"We're about twenty thousand miles out, aren't we?"
"About fifteen thousand, sir."
"Sidereal Cavalry! What an idea! I wonder how Wilbur's making out on his superstition angle?"