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Powell
was
on
his
feet
and
had
attracted
the
attention
of
one
of
the
monster
robots
by
the
simple
expedient
of
pounding
the
machine
's
thigh
.
"
Hey
,
"
he
shouted
,
"
can
you
throw
?
"
"
Master
?
"
"
Never
mind
.
"
Powell
damned
the
robot
's
molasses-slow
brain
.
He
scrabbled
up
a
jagged
brick-size
rock
.
"
take
this
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
hit
the
patch
of
bluish
crystals
just
across
the
crooked
fissure
.
You
see
it
?
"
Donovan
pulled
at
his
shoulder
.
"
Too
far
,
Greg
.
It
's
almost
half
a
mile
off
.
"
"
Quiet
,
"
replied
Powell
.
"
It
's
a
case
of
Mercurian
gravity
and
a
steel
throwing
arm
.
Watch
,
will
you
?
"
The
robot
's
eyes
were
measuring
the
distance
with
machinely
accurate
stereoscopy
.
His
arm
adjusted
itself
to
the
weight
of
the
missile
and
drew
back
.
In
the
darkness
,
the
robot
's
motions
went
unseen
,
but
there
was
a
sudden
thumping
sound
as
he
shifted
his
weight
,
and
seconds
later
the
rock
flew
blackly
into
the
sunlight
.
There
was
no
air
resistance
to
slow
it
down
,
nor
wind
to
turn
it
aside
--
and
when
it
hit
the
ground
it
threw
up
crystals
precisely
in
the
center
of
the
"
blue
patch
.
"
Powell
yelled
happily
and
shouted
,
"
Let
's
go
back
after
the
oxalic
acid
,
Mike
.
"
And
as
they
plunged
into
the
ruined
substation
on
the
way
back
to
the
tunnels
,
Donovan
said
grimly
:
"
Speedy
's
been
hanging
about
on
this
side
of
the
selenium
pool
,
ever
since
we
chased
after
him
.
Did
you
see
him
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
