The Ultimate Image

by P. Schuyler Miller

THE ULTIMATE IMAGE

By P. SCHUYLER MILLER

The Magnificent Defense Unit of Dampier.

[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Comet December 40.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

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"Mike!"

It was Bill Porter's voice. I put one hand on the balustrade and vaulted into the garden. From behind a mass of shrubbery came sounds of a struggle, and Bill's voice rose again.

"Mike, you ape! Step on it!"

I plowed through where someone had gone before. Bill, his shirtfront awry, his coat-tails torn and muddy, was grappling with a snarling, kicking little man about half his size. As I burst out of the shrubbery, Bill kicked his legs from under him and they went down in the newly spaded earth, Bill on top. Bill Porter weighs a good two hundred pounds. The struggle ended then and there.

Bill sat up, one fist clenched in the little man's shirt front. He glared at me out of a rapidly closing eye.