Pulp Fiction, 1946 · page 195 of 204
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A, MERRITT 197 “Oh!” she gasped. “Oh!” And hid from Drake and me behind the tall figure of her brother. I walked over -to the pile of silken stuffs, took the cloak and tossed it'to her. Ventnor pointed to the saddlebags. “You’ve another outfit there, Ruth,” he said. “We'll take a turn. through the place. Call us when you're ready, We'll get something to eat and go see what’s happening—out there.” She nodded. We passed through the curtains and out of the hall into the chamber that had been Norhala’s. There we halted, Drake eyeing Martin with a certain embarrasstnent. The older man thrust out his hand to him. ~“T knew it, Drake,” he said. “Ruth told me all about it wher Cherkis had us. And I'm very glad. It’s time she was having a home of her own and not running around the lost places with me. I’ll miss her—miss her damnably, of course. But I’m glad, boy—glad!” _ There was a little silence while:each looked deep into each other’s hearts. Then Ventnor dropped Dick’s hand. “And that’s all of that,” he said. “Fhe problem before us is—how are we going to get back home?” “The—Thing—is. dead.” I spoke from an absolute conviction that surprised me, based as it was upon no really tangible, known evidence. . “I think so,” he said. “No—I know so. Yet even if we can pass over its body, how can we climb out of its lair? That slide down which we rode with Norhala is unclimbable. The walls are unscalable. And there is that chasm—she—spanned for us. How can we cross that? The tun- nel to the ruins was sealed. There remains of possible roads the way through the forest to what was the City of Cherkis. Frankly I am loathe to take it. “Tam not at all sure that all the | men were slain—that some few may not have escaped and be lurking there. It would be short shrift for us if we fell into their hands now.” “And I’m not sure of that,” objected Drake. “I think their pep and push must be pretty thoroughly knocked out—if any do remain. I think if they saw us coming they’d beat it so fast that they’d smoke with the friction.” “There’s something to that,” Ventnor smiled. “Still I’m not keen on taking the chance. At any rate, the first thing to do is to see what hap- pened down there in the Pit. Maybe we'll have some other idea after that” “T know what happened there,” announced Drake, surprisingly. “It was a short circuit!” We gaped at him, mystified. GOGO .S (GO)