Giants of the Ray — Tom Curry

Madly the three raced for their lives up the shaft of the radium mine, for behind them poured a stream of hideous monsters -- giants of the ray!


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“I tell you I'm not crazy," insisted the tall man. "Durkin, they got a big mine."


Bill Durkin laughed roughly, and sneered openly at his partner, Frank Maget. "G'wan, you're drunk."


"Well, I was last night," admitted Maget. "But I'd slept it off this morning. I was lying under that table in the Portuguee's, and when I opened my eyes, there were these three birds sitting near me. They hadn't spotted me. I heard 'em talking of wealth, how their mine was of unbelievable richness and greater than any other deposit in the world. Well, that means something, don't it?"


"That's all right," said Durkin. "But whoever saw a cricket fifteen inches long?"


"Listen. There were three of these guys. One was a hell of a looking fellow: his face was piebald, with purple spots. His skin was bleached and withered, and one eye looked like a pearl collar button! They called him Professor, too, Professor Gurlone. Well, he takes out this damn cricket thing and it was sort of reddish purple but alive, and as long as your forearm. This professor guy says his son had taken an ordinary cricket and made it grow into the one he had. But the mine was what interested me. I kept my mouth shut and my ears open, and it's in the Matto Grosso. May be emeralds, diamonds, or gold. Boy, I'm heading for it, right now. The old guy's going back tomorrow, get me?"


"It's a lot of bunk," growled Durkin, who was stout and red of countenance.