Profuse light from the primary etched lines of concern on her
brow. "I'm sensing electronic spill-off from somewhere up in those
peaks--perhaps beyond."
Randall's breath rasped in the earphones. But he only said, "Spurious
stuff. Reflections caused by a dense magnetic field can throw you off
like that, you know."
She nodded--not enthusiastically, however.
Stewart glanced at the director, who looked swiftly away. But their
eyes had met for an instant and, in Randall's, Stewart wondered whether
he hadn't detected something cunning, elusive. Or was it just the same
nameless fear that he, himself, felt.
* * * * *
"There it goes!" McAllister exclaimed. "The OC's getting ready to
transmit!"
Elbows splayed along the ridge, Carol watched the huge machine
steadying its parabolic discs on a spot close to the horizon.
"See if you can pick up some of the spill-off," Stewart urged.