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УWell, try it. I can afford to lose a few diamonds if I can get my hands on the rest of Сem.Ф
Ballard watched as six men, armed with flame throwers, maneuvered Argus into a corner. He warned them finally, УYouТre close enough. DonТt go any nearer, or heТll break through you.Ф
УYes, sir. Ready? One. . . twoЧФ
The nozzles blasted fire in unison. It took an appreciable time for the flame to reach the robotТs headЧsome fractional part of a second, perhaps. By that time, Argus had ducked, and, safely under the flames, was running out of his corner. Crouching, he burst through the line of men, his alarm siren screeching. He fled into the next room and relapsed into contented immobility.
УTry it again,Ф Ballard said glumly, but he knew it wouldnТt work. It didnТt. The robotТs reactions were instantaneous. The men could not correct their aim with sufficient speed to hit Argus. A good deal of valuable furniture was destroyed, however.
The secretary touched BallardТs sleeve. УItТs nearly two.Ф
УEh? OhЧthatТs right. Call the men off, Johnson. Is the trapdoor ready?Ф
УYes, sir.Ф

The robot suddenly turned and headed for a door. It was time for his first tour of the castle that day. Since his route was prearranged and never swerved an iota from its course, it had been easy to set a trap. Ballard hadnТt really expected the flame throwers to work, anyhow.
He followed, with Johnson, as Argus moved slowly through the ornate rooms of the castle. УHis weight will spring the trapdoor, and heТll drop into the room below. Can he get out of that room?Ф
УNo, sir. The walls are reinforced metal. HeТll stay put.Ф
УFair enough.Ф
УBut. . . uh . . . wonТt he keep dodging around that room?Ф
УHe may,Ф Ballard said grimly, Уtill I pour quick-setting concrete in on
him. ThatТll immobilize the so-and-so. ItТll be easy after that to drill through the concrete and get the diamonds.Ф
Johnson smiled weakly. He was a little afraid of the huge, glittering robot
УHow wide is the trap?Ф Ballard asked abruptly.
УTen feet.Ф
УSo. Well, call the men with the flame throwers. Tell Сem to close in behind us. If Argus doesnТt fall into the trap, we want to be able to drive him in.Ф
Johnson hesitated. УWouldnТt he simply smash his way through the men?Ф
УWeТll see. Put the men on both sides of the trap, so weТll have Argus cornered. Hop to it!Ф
The secretary raced away. Ballard followed the robot through room after room. Eventually Johnson and three of the flame-throwing crew appeared. The others had circled around to flank the robot.
They turned into the passage. It was narrow, but long. Halfway along it was the trapdoor, cOncealed by a rich Bokhara rug. In the distance Ballard could see three men waiting, flame throwers ready, watching as the robot approached them. Within minutes now the trap would be sprung.
УTurn it on, boys,Ф Ballard said, on a sudden impulse. The crew of three walking in front of him obeyed. Fire jutted out from the nozzles they held.
The robot increased its pace. It had eyes in the back of its head, Ballard remembered. Well, eyes wouldnТt help Argus now. The rugЧ A golden foot came down. The robot began to shift its weight forward,
and suddenly froze as instantaneous reactions warned it of the difference in pressure between the solid floor and the trap. There was no time for the door to drop down, before Argus had instantly readjusted, withdrew his foot, and stood motionless on the verge of the rug. The flame throwers gushed out toward the robotТs back. Ballard yelled a command..
The three men beyond the trapdoor began to run forward, fire spouting from their hoses. The robot bent its legs, shifted balance, and jumped. It wasnТt at all bad for a standing broad jump. Since Argus could control his movements with the nicest accuracy, and since his metal body had strength in excess of his weight, the golden figure sprang across the ten-foot gap with inches to spare. Flame lashed out at him.
Argus moved fastЧvery fast. His legs were a blinding blur of speed. Ignoring the fire that played on his body, he ran toward the three men and through them. Then he slowed down to a normal walk and continued mildly on his way. The alarm siren was screaming Ballard realized, just as it died.
For Argus, the danger was over. Here and there on his metal body the gold had melted into irregular blobs. That was all.
Johnson gulped. УHe must have seen the trap.Ф
УHe felt it,Ф Ballard said, his voice low with fury. УHell! If we could just immobilize Argus long enough to pour concrete on himЧФ
That was tried an hour later. A metal-sheathed ceiling collapsed on the robot, a ceiling of mesh metal through which concrete could be poured. Ballard simply had liquid concrete run into the room above till the platform collapsed under the weight. The robot was belowЧ
Was below. The difference in air pressure warned Argus, and he knew what to do about it. He lunged through the door and escaped,, leaving a frightful mess behind him.
Ballard cursed. УWe canТt shoot concrete at the devil. If heТs sensitized to differences in air pressureЧhell! I donТt know. There must be some way. Johnson! Get me Plastic Products, quick!Ф
A short while later Ballard was closeted with a representative of Plastic Products.
УI donТt quite understand. A quick-drying cementЧФ
УTo be squirted out of hoses, and to harden as soon as it hits the robot ThatТs what I said.Ф
УIf it dries that quickly, itТll dry as soon as air hits it. I think weТve got almost what you want. A very strong liquid cementoid; itТll harden half a minute after being exposed to air.Ф
УThat should work. Yeah. How soonЧФ
УTomorrow morning.Ф

The next morning, Argus was herded into one of the huge halls downstairs. A ring of thirty men surrounded the robot, each armed with a tank,. filled with the quick-drying cementoid. Ballard and Johnson watched from the side lines.
УThe robotТs pretty strong, sir,Ф Johnson hazarded.
УSoТs the cementoid. Quantity will do it. The men will keep spraying the stuff on till Argus is in a cocoon. Without leverage he canТt break out. Like a mammoth in a tar pit.Ф
Johnson made a clicking noise with his lips. УThatТs an idea. If this shouldnТt work, perhaps IЧФ
УSave it,Ф Ballard said. He looked around at the doors. Before each one was stationed a group of men, also armed with cementoid tanks.
In the center of the room stood Argus, blankly impassive, waiting. Ballard said, УO.K.,Ф and from thirty positions around the robot streams of cementoid converged on his golden body.
The warning siren screamed deafeningly. Argus began to turn around.
That was all. He kept turning around. ButЧfast!