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But men cooperating with aliens would contrive every possible trick to insist that only aliens operated at Boulder Lake. "I'm saying," said Lockley carefully, "that they do not act like aliens making a first landing on earth. Apparently their ship is designed to land in deep water. On a first landing, they should have chosen the sea.
There was no point in leaving footprints, though there was no reason to believe the explosion on the car seat had been heard. Lockley, indeed, considered that if the aliens had just used a previously undisclosed weapon, there would be explosions of greater or lesser violence all over the evacuated territory and all other areas within its range.
He handed Jill the ribbon of bronze that had been the mainspring of his watch. "We might pick up the beam from the wetness underfoot," he said, "but we'll play it safe and use this too." They went on for a long way. Lockley fumed, "I don't like this! We ought to be there " "I think," said Jill, "I smell it." "I'll try it," said Lockley.
"I on'y wish," added the latter, "that Jim Freeman was free to j'ine, but Fred Martin's not likely to let him go, for he's uncommon fond of him." "He's doin' good work for the Master where he is," returned Lockley, "and we'll manage to catch as true and able a man among the North Sea fleets afore long. There's as good fish in the sea, you know, as ever came out of it.
"You're wrong there," he said coldly. "It can." Jill frowned again. Not because of his statement, but because she hadn't succeeded in diverting his mind from gloomy things. She had reason enough for sadness, herself. If she spoke of it, Lockley would try to encourage her. But he was concerned with more than his own emotions.
"But it would be better to be dead than like that!" "But wait!" protested Lockley. "We've duplicated the terror beam. Do you think they'll leave it at that?
There would be no point, of course, in looking into the dormitories, but he made his way to the mess shed. Some heavy earthenware plates and coffee cups, soiled, remained on the table. There were a few flies. Not many. In the mess kitchen there was grayish smoke and the reek of scorched and ruined food. The stoves still burned. Lockley saw the blue flame of bottled gas. He went on.
It seemed certain that Jill had gone up to it in confidence that there could only be American soldiers in such a car, and when near it found out her mistake too late. These were not things that Lockley thought out in detail at the beginning. He ran after the car like a mad man, unable to feel anything but horror and so terrible a fury that it should have killed its objects by sheer intensity.
He crawled to Lockley in the darkness. "Where you diggin'? OK. I got it. Move aside an' give me room." "Everybody agrees on that?" asked Lockley. They did. Lockley was relieved. The chunky man dug busily. There was only the sound of breathing, and the occasional fall of thrown-out earth against the metal of the thing that confined them. The chunky man said briskly, "This dirt digs all right.
And if that's what they're turning on they only have to sweep the sky and the bombers aloft will be wiped out." But there were no sounds other than the slowly diminishing drip of water from the barn roof, and the house eaves, and the few trees in the barnyard. "Anyhow they've ruined our only weapon," said Lockley coldly. "It would be a detonation beam setting off the cartridges.
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