It! The Terror from Beyond Space Page #2

All right.

It's a long story,

but I'll make it brief.

We were all outside the ship,

exploring the Southern tip

of syrtis major,

suddenly a sandstorm came up

and we started back.

I was driving the Jeep.

The sand was so thick

we could barely see.

We were almost back

to the ship when...

Cartwright just disappeared.

One minute he was there and

the next minute he was gone.

As if something had just

plucked him out of the Jeep

like... Candy out of a box.

We heard a weird sort of sound.

Then we thought

we saw a dark shape

running near the Jeep

and started shooting at it.

A few moments later,

kenner and all

the rest were gone.

I was the only one who

made it back to the ship.

When the sandstorm quit, I...

Went out and searched all over.

There wasn't a sign of them.

How can you explain the

bullet hole in the skull?

We were all shooting

at this thing...

Maybe the one who got

the bullet was lucky.

You don't believe me, do you?

I don't disbelieve you.

How about you, lieutenant?

Mars is almost as big as Texas,

maybe it's got monsters.

Carruthers is still talking

about his monsters?

Why don't you stop

baiting him, van?

You're not using your

authority very well.

I'm not doing it for kicks.

Believe me, chicken.

I'm just playing the odds.

Your odds, because

you think he's guilty.

Admitted.

But, Anne, there's a time

factor involved here.

He's unstable right now.

If I crack his story,

I can turn him over

to the court-martial tied

up in a little pink ribbon.

What if he's done

nothing to confess?

Then he won't.

But I owe it to the lives

of those 9 men who died

to try and find out.

Don't you owe it to Carruthers

to treat him as

a fellow officer,

not as an animal?

Do you think he's innocent?

I don't know.

It's not for me to decide,

or for you, van.

Ok, chicken. I'll let up

on the third degree.

Looks like I either

have to do that

or get lynched myself.

It's you I'm worried about, van.

I hate to see you so vindictive.

Every move I make's worse.

Ah, come on, Eric, resign...

No!

Aah!

I haven't resigned

a game in 30 years.

I'll be damned if

I'm gonna do it now.

What was that?

What?

I heard something.

What?

I don't know.

I didn't hear anything.

I learned to hear all

over again on Mars.

Who's up there?

Kienholz.

Come, colonel, we

got a game to finish.

Kienholz?

Did you hear anything?

Kienholz?

Now he's hearing things.

Come on, let's get him before

he wakes up the others.

Kienholz?

Carruthers?

Hey, Carruthers,

come on down here.

Kienholz is gone.

Kienholz isn't gone,

he's probably just turned in.

I'll check his cabin.

Kienholz?

Kienholz?

He's not in his cabin.

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