rolled steadily in and out; for days the ray-batteries would be held
ready, and none would venture outside the fence. It might take hours
for the realization of his trick to sink in--but they still would not
be sure of anything, and would have to keep vigilant against the
still-possible attack.
Fourteen miles up the coast was Ban Wilson's ranch, and Eliot Leithgow
and Friday waiting there. He would rest for a while, and then the
three of them would go home to the laboratory--whose location was now
still secret. And then, later, there was his promise to the
coordinated brains to be kept....
But that was in the future. For the present, he went his dark, watery
way, laughing. Laughing and laughing again....
Yes, John Sewell, first of all Hawk Carse's traits was his
resourcefulness!
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End of Project Gutenberg's The Bluff of the Hawk, by Anthony Gilmore