Stop hitting me, stop clicking those knobs! It's hot, I tell you. Stop, or I'll—
Tony. Where are you? Gone.
Where did that purple flame shoot from? That loud blast, what was it? The flame seemed to stream from my hand, out of my scout flashlight. Purple flame—eating!
I smell a sharp bitter odor.
Like hamburger fried overlong.
I feel better now. Cool as winter. But—
Like a fly buzzing in my ears, a voice comes, faint, far off,
"Halloway, damn it, Halloway, where are you?"
Captain! It's his voice, sizzling. I don't see you, sir!
"Halloway, we're on the dead sea bottom near an ancient Martian city and—oh, never mind, dammit, if you hear me, press your boy-scout badge and yell!"