The White Invaders

by Ray Cummings

Don's shotgun went up. "Bob, we'll hold our ground. Is it--is he armed, can you see?""No! Can't tell."Armed! What nonsense! How could this wraith, this apparition, do us physical injury!"If--if he gets too close, Bob, by God, I'll shoot. But if he's human, I wouldn't want to kill him."The shape had stopped again. It was fifty feet from us now, and we could clearly see that it was a man, taller than normal. He stood now with folded arms--a man strangely garbed in what seemed a white, tight-fitting jacket and short trunks. On his head was a black skull cap surmounted by a helmet of strange...

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