The little silver tube had made no audible sound, but there were already ten men in the room.

The fat old one played a sustained note on the silver tube he wore around his neck.

It was a narrow silver tube with an opening on one end and a ring at the other.

"Long silver tubes," he said, closing his eyes in an effort to remember.

Something told him that the real threat lay inside those long silver tubes.

Again the long, gleaming silver tube hissed up from its well.

The big man turned abruptly and took something from a drawer, a long, slender silver tube.

He drew a silver tube from inside his tunic and held it out to her.

He picked up another seat from the pile in front of the long silver tube.

The guard took a silver tube from under his shirt, held it close to Smith's face, and grinned.