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"тАж strongerтАж strongerтАж" Marshall continued. Then he suddenly paused.

Bell stopped in his tracks again. "WhatтАж?"

"There!" Marshall pointed over BellтАЩs shoulder. Bell saw nothing except a thin black line on the wall of a
few feet ahead. "What is it?"

Marshall didnтАЩt answer. He pushed Bell to the side and crawled forward. When he reached the line he
stopped and called: "Come here and look at it!"

Bell came closer and the others followed him.

The line was about the width of a finger above the floor of the tunnel. The floor was a little uneven at this
spot. It curved up close to the line and obscured it slightly.

It looked as if someone had drawn an 18-inch-long line on the light wall with a sharp pencil. Bell didnтАЩt
know what to think of it.

Marshall understood his bewilderment. "Remove the wall around it carefully!" he suggested. "Then youтАЩll
see what it is."

Bell lifted up his thermo-beamer, raised himself on his elbows and set his beam on the lowest magnitude.
Then he aimed the weapon at the small bulge on the floor. The needle-thin energy stream of the beamer
melted the substance; it dissolved and spread over the floor, giving off a burst of smoke.

"Higher!" Marshall said.

The beam ate a hole in the wall and Bell could see that a dark surface extended deeper behind the line
into the stone.

He continued applying his weapon and burned a hole into the wall and the floor which was big enough to
admit his head in his helmet. What appeared as a line before now looked like a dark-brown lid covering
the top of the hole and lying under a solid mass of stone.

Suddenly Bell realized what he had exposed. With a grunting sound of surprise he lowered his weapon
and switched it off. "A lacquer-flounder!" he moaned.

He pressed his helmet against the floor and was thus able to view the strange creature out of one eye
from underneath. He noted that it didnтАЩt move although the temperature of the rock around it probably
exceeded many times the level it was used to in its normal surroundings.

A number of theories flashed through BellтАЩs mind

He turned around to ask MarshallтАЩs opinion but at the same moment Betty called out: "Watch out!
SomethingтАЩs wrong!"
 She noticedтАФas clearly as MarshallтАФthat the hostile impulses so full of hate which had accompanied
them the last quarter hour suddenly ebbed away. Something else took their place, giving the impression
that the weird being from whom the impulses originated was extremely busy.