"068 (B023) - Fortress of Solitude (1938-10) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

They wanted to die, except for John Sunlight.



"Rest," he ordered. "Wait and rest."



He walked toward the Strange Blue Dome. It was now lost in the fog. John Sunlight went slowly, seeming to select and plan each step with care, for he was weaker than the others. He had taken less food than any of them, from the first, and the reason was that he did not want them to die. They were his, his toys, his tools, and he prized them as a carpenter values his best planes and saws, only infinitely more.



So he had given them most of his share of the food, to keep them alive, that he might dominate them. He was sustained now only by the power of the awful thing that was his mind.



This John Sunlight was a weird, terrible being.



At the outer edge of the bleak stone island - it seemed to be one great mass of solid gray rock - the wind had swept all snow away. But farther in, there was snow that got deeper, and was almost impassable to a man without snowshoes.



It was doubtful if a strong man of courage, well-fed, could have struggled through the snow to the side of the Strange Blue Dome.



But John Sunlight did so, and stood beside the fantastic thing and made a low growling sound.







Chapter 2



A MAN'S BLACK GHOST





IT was still not too late, had Doc Savage known of John Sunlight. Doc Savage had the finest planes, and knowledge and courage and scientific skill. And he could have reached this arctic rock in time.