Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 255: what you’re looking at

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He remembered now the look in the eyes of the returned Knut—that chilly, deadly look—the kind of look one sometimes sees in the eyes of ruthless men. It was a look that had sent cold chills chasing up his spine. And Knut, who was no match for Creepy at checkers, had taken six games Straight. Craig looked back at the jumper again. The Candles still danced upon the hills, but the big blue one was gone. Some subtle warning, a nasty little feeling between his Shoulder blades, made Craig spin around to face the warp. Just in front of the warp stood a man, and for a moment Craig stared at him, frozen, speechless, unable to move. For the man who stood in front of him, not more than forty feet away, was Curt Craig! Feature for feature, line for line, that man was himself: a second Curt Craig—as if he had rounded a comer and met himself coming back. Bewilderment roared through Craig’s brain, a baffling bewilderment. He took a quick step forward, then stopped. For the bewilderment suddenly was edged with fear, a knifelike sense of danger. The man raised a hand and beckoned, but Craig stayed rooted where he stood, tried to reason with his muddled brain. It wasn’t a reflection, for if it had been a reflection it would have shown him in a space suit, and this man stood without a space suit. And if it were a real man, it wouldn’t be Standing there exposed to the madness of the Sun. Such an action would have spelled sure and sudden death. Forty feet away—and yet within that forty feet, perhaps very close, the power of the warp might reach out, might entangle any man who crossed that unseen deadline. The warp was moving, at a few feet an hour, and this spot where he now stood, with Knut’s dead body at his feet, had a few Short hours ago been within the limit of the warp’s influence. CORniclooo SS CO