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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: and buttons of control before me. Xodar and the boy were
stretched directly behind me, prone also that we might offer
as little resistance to the air as possible.
"Rise high," whispered Xodar. "They dare not fire their
heavy guns toward the dome--the fragments of the shells
would drop back among their own craft. If we are high
enough our keel plates will protect us from rifle fire."
I did as he bade. Below us we could see the men leaping
into the water by hundreds, and striking out for the small
cruisers and one-man fliers that lay moored about the big
ships. The larger craft were getting under way, following us
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