Dodging the beam’s lash, Maybell and Clem were stopped by the tripod’s foot.
Staring up at their doom, they saw the machine’s cowl explode before it could fire.
It collapsed as Wayne stepped from the smoke, Gatling-sized heat-ray in hand.
“Needed a bigger gun!”
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