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"
For
the
interstellar
jump
.
It
may
be
coming
and
the
devil
knows
what
it
's
like
.
"
Donovan
pondered
.
Then
he
said
,
savagely
,
"
If
it
does
,
let
it
.
But
I
wish
we
could
fight
.
It
's
humiliating
to
have
to
wait
for
it
.
"
An
hour
later
,
perhaps
,
Powell
looked
at
his
hand
on
the
metal
chair-arm
and
said
with
frozen
calm
,
"
Feel
the
wall
,
Mike
.
"
Donovan
did
,
and
said
,
"
You
can
feel
it
shake
,
Greg
.
"
Even
the
stars
seemed
blurred
.
From
somewhere
came
the
vague
impression
of
a
huge
machine
gathering
power
with
the
walls
,
storing
up
energy
for
a
mighty
leap
,
throbbing
its
way
up
the
scales
of
strength
.
It
came
with
a
suddenness
and
a
stab
of
pain
.
Powell
stiffened
,
and
half-jerked
from
his
chair
.
His
sight
caught
Donovan
and
blanked
out
while
Donovan
's
thin
shout
whimpered
and
died
in
his
ears
.
Something
writhed
within
him
and
struggled
against
a
growing
blanket
of
ice
,
that
thickened
.
Something
broke
loose
and
whirled
in
a
blaze
of
flickering
light
and
pain
.
It
fell
--
and
whirled
--
and
fell
headlong
