Its whirling disc shifted from the horizontal plane on which it spun.

It was as though it cocked its head to look up at me--and again I had the sense of innumerable eyes peering at me.

It did not seem menacing--its attitude was inquisitive, waiting; almost as though it had asked for something and wondered why I did not let it have it.

The shock still held me rigid, although a tingle in every nerve told me of returning force.
The disc tilted back to place, bent toward me again.

I heard a shout; heard a bullet strike the pigmy that now clearly menaced; heard the bullet ricochet without the slightest effect upon it.