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"HOLY cow!" exploded Renny. "We'll be roasted alive! Doc, can't we do something?"
Doc said nothing. He was looking intently at the construction of what undoubtedly was being proved to be a craft that would penetrate the earth. Any person would have expected such a machine to be some form of gigantic boring instrument. This was only a cylinder of the smoothest glassy material.