Karen Vaun prevailed on her men to take over the pump. She came and stood behind Flint, holding tightly to the back of his chair. Her lips opened but it was a moment before any words came out. Finally, "You're going after that thing!"

"Lady," Flint said, "if you knew how long I've been hunting one of those critters, you'd know how quick I want to get rid of you and get on its tail." He looked back at her, grinned. He had too much to do to be angry now. Get back, get his big guns in the plane, then find that bat. You couldn't miss something that size. Shoot him up a little. Not much—wing him. That circus wanted him alive. One million bucks!

The kidnapping, of course, was all off now. He felt almost friendly toward the woman. "You were a mighty big help on that pump, Miss Vaun," he said. "You're braver than I thought." It was the first kind word—or thought—he'd managed about her since they'd met.

"What—was it?"

"Space bat. It's a kind of giant bat. Nobody knows where they come from—somewhere out in space. One comes in every year or so. It feeds on what wild life it can find, then sails back out into the darkness. They kill off almost as many animals as your fur hunters—" And this last, he regretted as soon as he'd said it. The woman's eyes misted, strangely enough; her lower lip trembled. And Flint frowned, suddenly amazed, as he looked at her.

Karen Vaun looked like an entirely different person. The office pallor was gone from her face; it was rouged with excitement. Her prim knot of hair had lost its pins and tumbled to her shoulders. Her whole body as she stood there, still breathing heavily, had taken on a slim vibrance that belied the memory of her former rigid dignity.

The real miracle was her eyes—her glasses lay broken on the floor. Her eyes were soft blue, bright as a spring morning now.

Flint shook his head in astonishment. "When you get back," he said, "take a look in a mirror and think things over. You've been wasting your time behind a desk." He turned back to the controls, and as he turned Greeno's plane appeared ahead and pulled up alongside.

"Well, here's where you get a new pilot." He'd take Greeno's plane. Greeno could limp back in this one and rent another one to follow him up. Flint was so sure of his bat money he wasn't worrying about the cost of anything any more.

He idled while Greeno's ship, skillfully, without a bump, hooked into the little clamps on the hull 

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