“Isn’t it going to be a long, slow job, chopping off two tons of that metal and fighting away those terrible animals besides?” asked Margaret. “It’ll take about a millionth of a second, Peg. I’m going to bite it off with the zone, just like I took that bite out of our field. The rotation of the planet will throw us away from the surface, then we’ll release the zone and drag our prey off with us. See?” The _Skylark_ descended rapidly toward that well-remembered ledge of metal to which the object-compass had led them…
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