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--
facing the heavens above, were painted eyes and a tooth-
ensnagged mouth. For centuries the Chinese seamen had
painted eyes upon their ships. Now, upon this Monster
the eyes glared hate.

220

The sun moved on. Soon the whole Valley was bathed
in light. Strange metal structures were being towed away
from the Monster, now only partly enshrouded in its
cradle. The immense rocket, towering on its fins, looked
sinister, deadly. At its base technicians with headphones
on were running about like a colony of disturbed ants. A
siren sounded shrilly, and the echoes rebounded, from rock
to rock, from mountain wall to mountain wall, blending
into a fearful, horrendous cacophony of sound which built
up, becoming louder and louder. Soldiers, guards, labor-
ers, turned on the instant and ran as fast as they could to
the shelter of the distant rocks.
Halfway up the mountain side the light glinted on a little
group of men clustered around radio equipment. A man
picked up a microphone and spoke to the inhabitants of a
great concrete and steel shelter lying half concealed about
a mile from the rocket. A droning voice counted out the
seconds and then stopped.
For scant moments nothing happened, there was peace.
The lazy tendrils of vapor seeping from the rocket were
the only things that moved. A gush of steam, and a roaring
that grew louder and louder, starting small rock-falls. The
earth itself seemed to vibrate and groan. The sound became
louder and louder until it seemed that the ear-drums must
shatter under such intensity. A great gout of flame and
steam appeared from the base of the rocket, obscuring all
below. Slowly, as if with immense, with stupendous effort,
the rocket rose.