The Dweller paused in its gyrations--seemed to watch him.

The Norseman's face was crimson, his eyes blazing.

He threw himself back and, with one defiant shout, gripped one of the dwarfs about the middle and sent him hurtling through the air, straight at the radiant Thing! A whirling mass of legs and arms, the dwarf flew--then in midflight stopped as though some gigantic invisible hand had caught him, and--was dashed down upon the platform not a yard from the Shining One! Like a broken spider he moved--feebly--once, twice.

From the Dweller shot a shimmering tentacle--touched him--recoiled.

Its crystal tinklings changed into an angry chiming.