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Updated: June 15, 2025
Then he went back to Beatrice, who still sat in the midmorning sunlight by the fire, very beautiful and dear to him. "If we can find those records, we'll have made a long step toward solving the problem of how to handle the Folk. They aren't exactly what one would call an amenable tribe, at best.
When I left Dayton about a week later I decided to go straight to the fighter base, planning to arrive there in midmorning. But while I was changing airlines my reservations got fouled up, and I was faced with waiting until evening to get to the base. I called the intelligence officer and told him about the mix-up.
About midmorning on this date a TWA airliner was coming in to land at the Dayton Municipal Airport. As the pilot circled to get into the traffic pattern, he and his copilot saw a bright light hovering off to the southeast. The pilot called the tower operators at the airport to tell them about the light, but before he could say anything, the tower operators told him they were looking at it too.
This necessitated setting-up the instrument every few feet during the steepest part of the ascent. They saw nothing of Gowan, who had chosen a more roundabout but easier trail. At midmorning, however, they were overtaken by Genevieve and Isobel and Thomas Herbert Vincent Leslie Blake. Knowles had started for Stockchute to seek the aid of the sheriff and his Indian prisoners.
Close as it had looked from the pass, the plain was yet a day and a night, spent in careful watching by turns, ahead of them. It was midmorning of the second day that they left the foothill breaks, and the grass of the open country was waist high about them. Travis could see it rippling where the coyotes threaded ahead.
The sun was dropping behind the blockhouse when final checks were made. A guard arrived at Dick Earle's summons and mounted watch on the plane. Another guard was always on duty at the blockhouse, and still another at the now fenced-in pad where the sections of Pegasus were being assembled. The staff secured for the night. Test flight was scheduled for midmorning.
Not to here, of course, but maybe to Careless Mesa or Dry Spring." "We can check when we get back," Rick said. "Come on. We'd better take the town apart and see if the rotor and distributor cap are here." It was midmorning before they gave up the search, and both of them were exhausted. "Now what?" Rick asked wearily. He had never in his life felt so badly in need of sleep.
The old days when he could send Jackson on a great turning movement, to fall with all the crushing impact of a surprise upon the Northern flank, were gone forever. Stuart, the brilliant cavalryman, was there, but his men were not numerous enough, and, however brilliant, he was not Jackson. The sun rose higher. Midmorning came, and the two armies still lay close.
But the pixie light had returned to his eyes even to the eye he had received from a nameless and long dead donor. Except for the loss of weight, he looked to be the same Lewis Orne. If he was different beyond the "spare parts" it was something he only suspected, something that made the idea, "twice-born," not a joke. Outside the hospital, clouds obscured Marak's green sun. It was midmorning.
My hints being lost on him, I ascertained the hour they expected to be finished and went home. Excitement or no excitement, I saw no reason to abandon all routine. My forethought was proven when I returned refreshed in midmorning as the last shovelfuls of dirt came from the tunnel and the explosive charges were hurried to their place. There was reason for haste.
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