The Moon Pool by Abraham Merritt
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She leaped to the window.
"Yolara!" the golden voice rang out sweetly. The clanging ceased. "Draw back your men. We open the Portal and come forth to you and the Shining One--Larry and I." The priestess's silver chimes of laughter rang out, cruel, mocking. "Come, then, quickly," she jeered. "For surely both the Shining One and I yearn for you!" Her malice-laden laughter chimed high once more. "Keep us not lonely long!" the priestess mocked. Larry drew a deep breath, stretched both hands out to me. "It's good-by, I guess, Doc." His voice was strained. "Good-by and good luck, old boy. If you get out, and you _will_, let the old _Dolphin_ know I'm gone. And carry on, pal--and always remember the O'Keefe loved you like a brother." I squeezed his hands desperately. Then out of my balanceshaking woe a strange comfort was born. "Maybe it's not good-by, Larry!" I cried. "The banshee has not cried!" A flash of hope passed over his face; the old reckless grin shone forth. "It's so!" he said. "By the Lord, it's so!" |
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