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Little towns have grinned at them. Mountains, valleys, forests and stars have danced across their windshield. The newspaper man stood watching them haul up to the Adams Street curb. His heart was tired of tall buildings and the endless grimace of windows. Here was a chariot out of another world. Motor vagabonds. Scooting into a city with a swagger to their dust-caked wheels.
A mere pickup, I raged, a stray woman found on a street. By God, she would have the courtesy at least to address me, her benefactor, civilly or else I'd abandon her here on the highway and return to Los Angeles. I finished my meal full of determination and strode back purposefully toward the car. She was still sitting rigid, staring through the windshield. I got in. "You know " I began.
Dick stared into the windshield. "I've been wondering about that, David," he said, "just how much right " "Balderdash!" David snorted. "Don't get any fool notion in your head." Followed a short silence with Dick driving automatically and thinking. Finally he drew a long breath. "All right," he said, "how about that golf you need exercise. You're putting on weight, and you know it.
From the Morrison house it was only a short walk to the Watterby farm, where they were to stay until they left for the East. Betty forgot to cry as Bob started the car so suddenly that it shot forward like a live thing. He jammed on the brake and brought it to a standstill so abruptly that Betty came very near to pitching through the windshield.
Across the windshield of the Napier he fastened an orange-coloured pennant bearing in bright green letters the legend: MY CITY SEQUOIA. As a safety-first precaution against man and beast en route, he buckled a gun-scabbard to the spare tires on the running-board and slipped a rifle into the scabbard within quick and easy reach of his hand; and arrayed thus, George descended upon Red Bluff at the helm of the king of automobiles.
Into one such hoary-headed sea the white boat now drove like a lance. Stella saw the spray leap like a cascade, saw the solid green curl deep over the forward deck and engine hatch and smash the low windshield. She heard the glass crack. Immediately the roaring exhausts died.
Once out of the town limits of Ghent we bowled along at top speed, with the American colors trembling fore and aft and impressive- looking signs pasted on windshield and side-flaps. The autumn rains descended heavily upon us, drenching everything except the carefully protected mail bags.
The fire whip the globe had used, magnified to some infinitely greater extent ? It could be. The alien at his side pressed tightly against the windshield gazing down at the ruins. And now he mouthed a gabble of words which was echoed by his fellow sitting with Soriki. Their excitement must mean that this was their goal. Raf slacked speed, waiting for the globe to point a way to a landing.
It was raining heavily one of those sudden tropical storms, only it was happening in a refrigerator. I had the windshield wipers on full, but still I could hardly see the vehicle in front of me. Along with every other irate father, uncle, brother, and son who was late for some engagement or another, I was in the fast lane.
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