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It was when a man dressed in a lab coat plunged from the sky and slammed into their hood, pitching the car forward and then back onto its wheels as the body rolled off the windshield and into the alleyway behind them that Ritchie finally applied the brakes. The wagon skidded to a stop, turning as it slid until the vehicle became lodged in the narrow alley.
"I have a good waterproof, but my hat blew off. It's somewhere on the road. I couldn't see through the windshield, so I put my head out, and away it went." "The hat?" Then both laughed, and an atmosphere that had been tense began to settle back to normal. Grant led her out to the living-room, removed her coat, and started a fire.
The ones that were unknowns were mentioned, but only in passing. Many famous names were quoted. The late General Hoyt S. Vanden-berg, then Chief of Staff of the Air Force, had seen a flying saucer but it was just a reflection on the windshield of his B-17.
Maybe that was why he had a warm feeling when he thought of her; there was no residue of guilt or things held back. He stretched and walked to the main road, taking the track along the rocks and then though the woods. He had left the Jeep in the approach area by the gate-house; the park was officially closed. A piece of paper was folded under one windshield wiper.
The right headlight smashed and I was thrown against the wheel, striking it with my shoulder and bending it nearly double. Jamie went through the windshield. After the crash, there were only hot sounds of metal uncrinkling and moans from Jamie. Don't let me die, she was saying over and over. I pulled her back on to the seat and reassured her. Her hair was bloody and glinted with broken glass.
Feldman shook his head. "Better take me back. I'm not allowed to practice medicine. The charge would be first-degree murder if anything happened." Lou leaned forward. "Shall I talk to him, Jake?" The old man grimaced. "Time enough. Let him see what we got first." Sand howled against the windshield and the tractor bumped and surged along.
Floatin' round with your arms full of sunshine oh, you thought you was puttin' something over on the rest of us what?" "Cut it out!" Jack retorted, flinging the words over his shoulder. "Don't talk to me. Road's flopping around like a snake with its head cut off " He laughed apologetically, his eyes staring straight ahead over the lowered windshield. "Aw, step on her, Jack!
"This way," commented Astro sourly, "it'll just blast a hole in the side of the ship." "We might be able to repair that," said Tom hopefully. "There she goes!" shouted Roger. Staring out the windshield, they saw a sudden blinding flash of light appear over the stern section of the Polaris, a white-hot blaze of incandescence that made them flinch and crouch back.
Coltman's .30 Mauser was already spitting fire from the front seat across the windshield, and at his second shot an antelope dropped like lead. My first two bullets struck the dirt far behind the rearmost animal, but the third caught a full-grown female in the side and she plunged forward into the grass. I realized then what Coltman meant when he said that the antelope had not begun to run.
Helen, herself, in the crazed condition I had seen her the other night, was an added element of danger. I didn't like the looks of the situation any way I turned. I climbed into my car and drove slowly through the wet slippery streets. The windshield was so covered with rain-drops that I lowered it to see the better, and the autumn rain, beating into my face, soon swept away my gloomy forebodings.
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