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I was sine qua grata with a member of the housebreakers' union and one of the John D. Napoleons of finance at the same time." "Interesting combination," said I, with a yawn. "Did I tell you I bagged a duck and a ground-squirrel at one shot last week over in the Ramapos?" I knew well how to draw Jeff's stories.
The secret gorge was the headquarters of the revolt, he argued. If the fools he had left in charge hadn't thrown their men recklessly on New York against his instructions to join that last foolhardy heroic attack, there was still a chance of salvaging the revolution. Back to the Ramapos It was dark when they reached the first swellings of the Ramapo Range.
Three days later three footsore, weary, hungry men skulked in the edge of the woods near a little clearing in the Ramapos. For three days they had ducked and dodged and literally burrowed into the ground by day, traveling only at night. Above and around them the noise of pursuit rolled. The Mercutians were persistent.
Overpower the Mercutian, escape with Joan down the deserted corridors back to the secret passageway, emerge below, return to their hideout in the Ramapos and plan for revolt. It was all as simple as that. "We must have these Earth slaves," the Mercutian continued, unheeding. "They, must be made an example of. They are responsible for the unrest.
Warrington's car, down to the peculiar events of last night up in the Ramapos and the running fight through the streets of New York in taxicabs this morning. "I have studied this evidence with the microscope and the microphotographic apparatus. I have secured excellent microphotographs of the marks made by various weapons on the cartridges and bullets.
"Come on, Grim, let's get out of here," said Hilary. They flattened like shadows against the wall, slunk stealthily through radiating streets. As much as possible they kept their eyes away from the sickening sights, the poor burned bodies of their fellow men. Steadily they headed for the branch local conveyors as being less likely to be under surveillance. The Ramapos was their destination.
At least, it seemed, there had been only three of them in this refuge which they had sought up in the hills and valleys of the Ramapos. Of that we could now be reasonably certain. One of them we had captured and had ourselves been captured into the bargain. I stuck my head out of the window to look at the other two down below, only to feel myself dragged unceremoniously back by Garrick.
He knew where he was: in the wilderness of the Ramapos, some forty miles from New York. Sooner or later, he reasoned, he would strike one of the radiating conveyors that led into the metropolis, or a human being that would set him on the right track. A half hour's sturdy tramping brought him out of the tangled hills into civilization.
"We must find a secure hiding place at once," he said. "Know of any?" Grim shook his head negatively. "There is none," he spoke slowly. "Their search beams penetrate everything." "Except lead," Hilary interposed. "Except lead," he conceded. "Very well then. We shall have to find a place we can line with lead. In the meantime. I have my space flier up in the Ramapos.
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