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It clicked shut in his face, and there was no hold for his hands when he tried to force it back. Only a voice showed that someone was on the other side. In familiar, suave tones it said: "Carse, I still will take you and Leithgow alive. It would of course be idle to ask you to surrender, but that's not necessary, for you're trapped and can't possibly last another five minutes.
Dully the mirror-force relay clicked. A hazy glow ran over the silver block, and died. Then simultaneously the power was thrown from two small, compact atostors into the twin projectors. Instantly a titanic eruption of light almost invisibly violet, spurted out in a solid, compact stream. With a roar and crash, it battered its way through the thick air, and crashed into the heavy target plate.
"That was a fine bit of work, my boy," he clicked. "I see you are cut out for the right kind of railroader. If fourteen wasn't a bit too young I would give you a job on the spot. But we will give you a start just as soon as we can, you may be sure." One afternoon two weeks later Alex returned from school to find his father and mother hurriedly packing his suit-case.
"Larry Brainard!" gritted a low voice in the darkness. Larry could see nothing, but there was no mistaking that voice. "Red Hannigan!" he exclaimed. "Yes you damned squealer! And I'm going to finish you off right here!" The light clicked out, and a pair of lean hands almost closed on Larry's wind-pipe. But Larry caught the wrists of the older man in a grip the other could not break.
No, it must be but a figment of his wounded brain. What was that which clicked against his breastplate? He felt, and found a metal bauble linked to a mesh of his steel armor by a strand of silken hair.
Is this not sentimentally like the gray yarn hysteria under the spell of which wealthy women clicked their needles in public places for the soldiers? Let me not underrate the number of garments that they made surely a single machine might produce as many within a week. But there is danger that their work was only a sentimental expression of their world-grief.
At the end of the week, he took a city bus to the airport, preferring not to travel with the vacation group. He was sad when he boarded the plane. He sat next to the small oval window and buckled his seat belt. The buckle clicked together with a finality that seemed to say: that's it; you did what you could. The tour package had originated in Eugene.
Before Daniels could answer, the light of his lantern fell upon Black Bart, hitherto half hidden by the deepening shadows of the night, but standing now at the entrance of the shed. The cattleman's teeth clicked together and he slapped his hand against his thigh in a reach for the gun which was not there. "Look behind you," he said to Calder. "A wolf!"
Ordinarily there was nothing morbid about Monte, but Edhart's death and the big empty space that was left all about Nice, the silence where once he had been so sure of hearing Edhart's voice, the ghostly reminders of Edhart in those who clicked about in Edhart's bones without his flesh all these things had given Monte's thoughts an occasional novel trend.
The ice cream came, and the cake, and the magazines; and she left the whole pile just inside the door without undoing a wrapping. At five o'clock she rose abruptly from the rocker, in which she had just deposited herself with irritated emphasis, and wired her chief for leave of absence until seven. "It's important, Mr. Gray. Business which can't wait," she clicked urgently.
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