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Updated: June 17, 2025
We double round a corner by the stockade of the station's plantation, and are at the top of the mud glissade the new Government path, I should say that leads down into the barrack- yard. Our arrival brings Herr Liebert promptly on the scene, as kindly helpful and energetic as ever, and again anxious for me to have a bath.
He looked very unhappy, Trigger thought. He circled off, put on speed, came back and flicked the ship past the station's flank. He drew bursts from two pits with a promptness which confirmed what already had been almost a certainty that the gun installations operated automatically. They seemed remarkably feeble weapons for a station of that size.
Everywhere else it had vanished under great black masses of material which the plasmoids had added to the station's structure. All over that black, lumpy, lavalike surface the plasmoids crawled, walked, soared and wriggled. There were thousands of them, perhaps hundreds of different types. It looked like a wet, black, rotten stump swarming with life inside and out.
They're sold, you remember, an' ther's only them two Breeds, Jim an' Lag Henderson, in charge of 'em. Why, it 'ud be pie, a dead soft snap fer Red Mask's gang. An' the station's that lonesome. All o' twenty mile from here." Julian Marbolt sat thinking for a moment. "Yes, you're right," he agreed at last. "We'll send out extra night guards.
"Up's' daisy," crowed Billy Strong, and swung Fairfax facing uptown with a mighty heave. "The Elevated station's down a block, old chap," explained the sober contingent. "We have to take the Elevated to Seventy-second you know, and walk across to your place." Billy looked at him pityingly. "You poor lil' pup," he crooned. "Didn' I keep tellin' you had to go Chris'pher Street ferry meet a girl?
I got up and moved her from the door. "Leave this to me," I said calmly. "Porter! PORTER!! PORTER!!! Oh, guard, what station's this?" "Byres, sir." "Byres?" "Yes, sir." He blew his whistle and the train went on again. "At any rate we know now that it WAS Byres," I remarked, when the silence began to get oppressive.
Just ahead the road branched. Resolved to shorten his time of waiting, and hoping to mislead the chase, Dick took the right line of the fork, which bent to hide him, if only for a moment, from the side-car. "The station's down the other road," said Amaryllis. "Yes," said Dick. "Don't want more than three minutes there before the train pulls out."
"Guess that's about all for this time. Let's see what we've got." Three heads bent over the message. But, after hours of study, the only conclusion they could come to was that the message had been sent in a secret code, which they might never be able to decipher. "Well," said the Major, with a sigh. "Station's closed for to-night. Tell the gentleman to call again in the morning."
"It's too warm for most things," Sophy faltered. "Anywhere your little heart dictates," interrupted Max Tack ardently. "Just name it." Sophy looked up. "Well, then, I'd like to take one of those boats and go down the river to St.-Cloud. The station's just back of the Louvre. We've just time to catch the eight-fifteen boat." "Boat!" echoed Max Tack stupidly.
"I'm so glad you've come," said the Sheriff. "Things is beginnin' to look very ugly outside. They've got the whole country stirred up, and men are coming in on every road. You take command, Sergeant Klegg. I've bin waitin' for you, so's I could drive over to the station and send a dispatch to the Governor. The station's about a mile from here, but I'll be back as soon as my horse'll bring me.
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