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The Mercutian was suspicious. "Hmm. Funny there's no sign of a struggle here. Nothing is upset." "They ran out the back way," the girl repeated tonelessly. "We'll see; but if you are lying...." He said no more, but the pause was significant in its implications. "I would not lie to the Magnificents." "Not if you are wise." He seemed to be the leader.
He laid his rifle in the bottom of the launch; then, just as he was reaching for an oar, he saw back among the tall cabbage palms on the island in an open space, a glowing, silvery object, like a house painted silver and shining under the rays of a brilliant sun. Then the whole thing came to him. He remembered the press descriptions from Wyoming of the Mercutian vehicle.
He discovered also, a little later, that her intuitive sense was highly developed. She seemed, in many instances, to divine his meaning, quite apart from his words or the gestures which often were unintelligible to her with which he accompanied them. After a time they reached the Mercutian vehicle.
His deceptively mild eyes were hard flames now. His face was set in great strong ridges. Hilary had never seen him this way before. "I'll rip every Mercutian to pieces with my bare hands shred him into little bits." He meant it too. Hilary shuddered. Far off down the wide thoroughfare came the glint of weapons, the sight of massed ranks. A Mercutian patrol was shambling along, heavy-gaited.
We've had those before nobody pays any attention to them, and rightly so. But this Mercutian Light is more than a theory it's a fact. We fought it last November, and we'll have to fight it again next month. That's what I want to make them realize."
Hilary's heart sank with hammering blows. He tried to read the signals, but they were in code, or in the Mercutian tongue, which was just as bad. It was not necessary, though. Headquarters had heard; they knew. Hilary did not waste an instant in vain regrets. Within an hour the gorge would be a vicious trap; he must get his men out at once. What then he did not know, nor bother.
The bodies of Mercer and the Mercutian were still lying there. I dragged Mercer's body down the steps and put it into the back seat of the car Then I started off. I stuck to the main road, and went through Mantua at top speed, apprehensive that some of the Mercutians might be there. This town, like Garland, was completely burned. Only the chimneys were left standing amid piles of ashes.
There were only two bullets in the chambers all that were left of the thousands of rounds the expedition had started out with. He must not waste them. The thick rough voice of a Mercutian floated up from below. "Three Earth slaves came in here. Where did they go?" "They did," Joan admitted readily. "They frightened me out of my wits. I screamed and they ran through the house and out the back way."
For he could sense so clearly that there most certainly was "a Mercutian in the fuel pit" here somewhere. But what it was; what this strange feeling portended, he could not quite make out. He noticed, casually, that there were the usual idlers in this park, and hundreds of children with their nurses or parents. But there were none of the derelicts one sees in so many large-city parks.
Spares and electrical equipment to replace worn parts in the Vagabond were also purchased by Wat, in cautious small purchases. It necessitated long trekking through mountain trails, but there was no murmur from him. The search, he reported, seemed to be slackening. Only the routine guards whizzed by on the conveyors, and the usual Mercutian fliers that kept to the regular air lanes.
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