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But they have had contact with traders." He shoved his glasses back into place with a nervous gesture. "The Reds may run into trouble themselves there at this time " "How?" Kelgarries demanded. "Invasion of the ax people. If they have not yet arrived, they are due very soon. They formed one of the big waves of migratory people, who flooded the country, settled there.
As the latter stiffened, bracing for a battle of wills, he saw Kelgarries come alert too. At least the colonel more often than not was ready to counter Ruthven's demands. "We test and we test," said the fat man. "Always we test. We move like turtles when it would be better to race like greyhounds. There is such a thing as overcaution, as I have said from the first.
The major's tone carried firm reassurance. Now Kelgarries looked up at Ross as if he knew the other had been there all the time. "Murdock, get down to the end room. Call Dr. Farrell!" "Yes, sir!" The "sir" came so automatically that Ross had already reached the end room before he realized he had used it. Nobody explained matters to Ross Murdock.
There was a click, signifying that Kelgarries was through braying. But the customary silence did not close in again. Instead, Ross heard a clear, sweet trilling which he vaguely associated with a bird. His acquaintance with all feathered life was limited to city sparrows and plump park pigeons, neither of which raised their voices in song, but surely those sounds were bird notes.
He had a feeling that matters were slipping out of his control, that he was about to face a crisis which was somehow worse than just a major security leak. Was the enemy always on the other side of the world? Or could he wear the same uniform, even share the same goals? In the outer corridor he still hesitated, and Kelgarries, a step or so in advance, looked back over his shoulder impatiently.
He eagerly drank the water they carried to him in cupped hands and gave a little sigh of relief as Ross wiped his face with wet grass, muttering something about Kelgarries which neither of his companions understood. McNeil shoved off and the bobbing craft spun around dizzily as the current pulled it free from the shore.
To threaten a silence break was near blasphemy here. He ran both hands down the fabric covering his thighs as if to rub away some soil on his palms. "No," he replied heavily, his voice dull. "I guess I don't. I'll contact Hough and hope for the best." "Meanwhile," Kelgarries spoke briskly, "we'll do what we can to speed up the program as it now stands.
You'll have to move fast if you want to beat Ruthven. He's probably on a straight line now to Stanton, Reese, and Margate. This is what he has been waiting for!" "There are the news syndicates; public opinion would back us " "You don't mean that, of course." Kelgarries was suddenly coldly remote. Ashe flushed under the heavy brown which overlay his regular features.
Ashe had volunteered for Hawaika, demanded this job after the disastrous Topaz affair when the team of Apache volunteers had been sent out too soon to counter what might have been a Red sneak settlement. Ross was still unhappy over the ensuing months when only Major Kelgarries and maybe, in a lesser part, Ross had kept Gordon Ashe in the Project at all.
"I suppose the sub has a fix for us." Kelgarries passed over the flimsy strip of paper he had been waving as a banner of triumph. Webb read the notation on it and bent over the map, making a mark with one of those needle-sharp pencils which seemed to grow in his breast pocket, ready for use. Then he made a second mark. "Well, it narrows it a bit," he conceded. Ashe looked in turn and laughed.
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