"Look! Here comes another one of us!" It was a terrified man's voice, vaguely familiar.
"My Gawd, it's the handsome astronomer! I know him!" The voice of Vivian La Marr.
And then there was Shorty's voice! "Bob! Bob Rance!" I could feel him gripping me and there was the vague outline of his frightened white face at my shoulder. "Bob! Tell us—what's happened to all of us?"
And Vivian cried: "Hang onto him! There he goes!" I was trying to speak but my tongue was thick, my throat dry and congested.
Things were dim and hazy in my mind; and I could feel the cool blankness stealing through my muscles. The touch of hands on my arms faded, until at last there was no more sensation. I made one last great effort to bring myself out of the fog.
Then I felt myself falling into a soundless blackness.
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