The Worlds Of Robert A. Heinlein Part 7
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"Hm . . . well, you know best. How about your family?"
McCracken shrugged. "They can't be worse off than they would be if I'm picked up. I'd like to have them warned and then arrangements made for them to rejoin me if possible."
"We'll do it. You'll have to give me a new contact."
"Planned for. This message will go through and my number-two man will step into my shoes. The name is Hobart - runs a feed store on Pelham Street."
Morgan nodded. "Should have known you had it worked out. Well, what we don't know - " He was interrupted by Cleve, reporting.
"He got away, Boss."
"Why didn't you go after him?"
"Half the roof came down when Dad chucked the grenade. Tunnel's choked with rock. Found a place where I could see but couldn't crawl through. He's not
in the tunnel."
"How about Dad?"
"He's all right. Got clipped on the head with a splinter but not really hurt."
Morgan stopped two of the women hurrying past, intent on preparations for withdrawal. "Here - Jean, and you, Mrs. Bowen. Go take care of Dad Carter and tell Art to get back here fast. Shake a leg!"
When Art reported Morgan said, "You and Cleve go out and find Benz. a.s.sume that he is heading for Barclay. Stop him and bring him in if you can.
Otherwise kill him. Art is in charge. Get going." He turned to McCracken.
"Now for a message." He fumbled in his pocket for paper, found the poster notice that McCracken had given him, tore off a piece, and started to write. He showed it to McCracken. "How's that?" he asked.
The message warned Hobart of Benz and asked him to try to head him off. It did not tell him that the Barclay Free Company was moving but did designate the "post office" through which next contact would be expected - the men's rest room of the bus station.
"Better cut out the post office," McCracken advised. "Hobart knows it and we may contact him half a dozen other ways. But I'd like to ask him to get my family out of sight. Just tell him that we are sorry to hear that Aunt Dinah is dead."
"Is that enough?"
"Yes."
"Okay." Morgan made the changes, then called, "Margie! Put this in code and tell Jerry to get it out fast. Tell him it's the strike-out edition. He can knock down his sets as soon as it's out."
"Okay, boss." Margie had no knowledge of cryptography. Instead she had command of jive talk, adolescent slang, and high school double-talk which would be meaningless to any but another American bobbysoxer. At the other end a fifteen-year-old interpreted her butchered English by methods which impressed her foster parents as being telepathy - but it worked.
The fifteen-year-old could be trusted. Her entire family, save herself, had been in Los Angeles on Final Sunday.
Art and Cleve had no trouble picking up Benz's trail. His tracks were on the tailings spilling down from main entrance to the mine. The earth and rock had been undisturbed since the last heavy rain; Benz's flight left clear traces.
But trail was cold by more than twenty minutes; they had left the mine by the secret entrance a quarter of a mile from where Benz had made his exit.
Art picked it up where Benz had left the tailings and followed it through brush with the woodsmans.h.i.+p of the Eagle Scout he had been. From the careless signs he left behind Benz was evidently in a hurry and heading by the shortest route for the highway. The two followed him as fast as they could cover ground, discarding caution for speed.
They checked just before entering the highway. "See anything?" asked Cleve.
"No."
"Which way would he go?"
"The Old Man said to head him off from Barclay."
"Yeah, but suppose he headed south instead? He used to work in Wickamton.
He might head that way."
"The Boss said to cover Barclay. Let's go."
They had to cache their guns; from here on it would be their wits and their knives. An armed American on a highway would be as conspicuous as a nudist at a garden party.
Their object now was speed; they must catch up with him, or get ahead of him and waylay him.
Nine miles and two and a half hours later - one hundred and fifty minutes of dog trot, with time lost lying in the roadside brush when convoys thundered past - they were in the outskirts of Barclay. Around a bend, out of sight, was the roadblock of the Invaders' check station. The point was a bottleneck; Benz must come this way if he were heading for Barclay.
"Is he ahead or behind us?" asked Cleve, peering out through bushes.
"Behind, unless he was picked up by a convoy - or sprouted wings. We'll give him an hour."
A horse-drawn hayrack lumbered up the road. Cleve studied it. Americans were permitted no power vehicles except under supervision, but this farmer and his load could go into town with only routine check at the road block.
"Maybe we ought to hide in that and look for him in town."
"And get a bayonet in your ribs? Don't be silly."
"Okay. Don't blow your top." Cleve continued to watch the rig. "Hey," he said presently. "Get a load of that!"
"That" was a figure which dropped from the tail of the wagon as it started around the bend, rolled to the ditch on the far side, and slithered out of sight.
"That was Joe!"
"Are you sure?"
"Sure! Here we go."
"How?" Art objected. "Take it easy. Follow me." They faded back two hundred yards, to where they could cross the road on hands and knees through a drainage pipe. Then they worked up the other side to where Benz had disappeared in weeds.
They found the place where he had been; gra.s.s and weeds were still straightening up. The route he must have taken was evident - down toward the river bank, then up-stream to the city. There were drops of blood. "Dad must have missed stopping him by a gnat's whisker," Cleve commented.
"Bad job he didn't."
"Another thing - he said he was going to give himself up. I don't think he is, or he would have stayed with the wagon and turned himself in at the check station. He's heading for some hideout. Who does he know in Barclay?"
"I don't know. We'd better get going."
'Wait a minute. If he touches off an alarm, they'll shoot him for us. If he gets by the 'eyes', we've lost him and we'll have to pick him up inside.
Either way, we don't gain anything by blundering ahead. We've got to go in by the chute."
Like all cities the Invader had consolidated, Barclay was girdled by electric-eye circuits. The enemy had trimmed the town to fit, dynamiting and burning where necessary to achieve unbroken sequence of automatic sentries. But the "chute" - an abandoned and forgotten aqueduct - pa.s.sed under the alarms. Art knew how to use it; he had been in town twice since Final Sunday.
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