Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 22 of 146
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STRANGER “Probably did, and got there too late. We’d gone.” “But when will these people return us to our own time?” Susan was worried. There was a sickening certainty within her that she would never again see her own time and the home she had grown to love so much during the two years of their married life. Perhaps it was just as well that her mind was incapable of really grasping the enormous abyss of time and space that separated her from everything, with the single exception of her husband, that she held dear. Benner shook his head. “I don’t think we can rely on them. Put yourself in their position. From what you were told on the machine coming here, Mrs. Dinton, they are behind the enemy lines, cut off from their friends in both time and space. Do you think they will have time to worry about us? About all we can do is to wait for a chance to seize one of these machines and try to get back. I seem to have a hazy memory of how they work.” 21 IN TIME “T should strongly advise against such a procedure.” Susan started to her feet with a smothered cry. She recognised the voice of the third man in the clearing. A moment later the man himself — appeared in the doorway of the room. There was a faint smile on his face as he looked at them. Ted Dinton leaned back in his seat for a moment before starting to rise. His face was white. Knowing her husband, Susan feared an explosion which would be unlikely to do them any good. And yet in that second she had time to notice that he matched the other man in litheness and easy grace of movement. Even the dark swarthy skin, she thought, matched those of the people among whom they had been flung. *““Look——”’ Dinton com- menced. “Just a moment, Mr. Din- ton.”’ Benner also was on his feet. “Let me handle this. Look, Mr.—er—I don’t know your name——” ‘Call me Janton.”’ The man in the doorway had not lost - - oe he SE Aree 3 uy Dee : a eu ' comicbooks.com