contact with them."

"I can't," Ronaro replied after a few moments of intense concentration. "Their minds cannot receive our thought impulses."

"We've got to attract their attention. After they have seen us we'll be able to work out some method of communication."

"It will be hard when we live in two different mediums—we in water and they in air."

"No matter; we will manage somehow after we have made contact with them. I'll start the engine and head for the surface."

Ronaro saw it first, a short cylinder-like object tumbling through the waters, directly toward their craft. Sensing danger instinctively, he cried out:

"Ekrado! Full speed ahead!"

He had barely gotten the thought out when it happened. A great explosion rocked the waters as the depth bomb went off. The lifeboat was smashed open, its alien water blending imperceptibly with the waters of the Atlantic.

The body of a squid appeared on the surface, its tentacles trailing aimlessly. The keen eyes of the men on the destroyer flickered past it, looking for the tell-tale oil slick of a broken submarine, in vain.

"Now just what the hell was that?" wondered the captain, scratching at his balding head.

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