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Ta
"How's your head now?" he asked, when they'd reached the top and started down the opposite slope.
"Feels pretty good. I took a couple of your aspirins with that soda I had."
"Feel up to driving for awhile?"
"Sure, I could do that."
"Okay, then." Ta
"Okay. Anything special I should watch out for?"
"The snakes. You'll probably see a few. Don't hit them, whatever you do."
"Right."
They changed seats, and Ta
VII When Greg awakened him, it was night. Ta
"No, it was pretty easy. I saw some snakes and I let them go by. That was about it."
Ta
"What was that .guy's name that brought the news about the plague?" Ta
"Brady or Brody or something like that," said Greg."What was it that killed him? He might have brought the plague to L.A., you know."
Greg shook his head.
"No. His car had been damaged, and he was all broken up and he'd been exposed to radiation a lot of the way. They burned his body and his car, and anybody who'd been anywhere near him got shots of Hamkine."
"What's that?"
"That's the stuff we're carrying— Haffikine antiserum. It's the only preventative for the plague. Since we had a bout of it around twenty years ago, we've kept it on hand and maintained the facilities for making more in a hurry. Boston never did, and now they're hurting,"
"Seems kind of silly for the only other nation on the continent—maybe in the world—not to take better care of itself, when they knew we'd had a dose of it,"
Greg shrugged.
"Probably, but there it is. Did they give you any shots before they released you?"
"Yeah."
"That's what it was, then."
"I wonder where their driver crossed the Missus Hip? He didn't say, did he?"
"He hardly said anything at all. They got most of the story from the letter he carried."
"Must have been one hell of a driver, to run the Alley."
"Yeah. Nobody's ever done it before, have they?"
"Not that I know of."
"I'd like to have met the guy."
"Me too, at least I guess."
"It's a shame we can't radio across country, like in the old days."
"Why?"
"Then he wouldn't of had to do it, and we could find out along the way whether it's really worth making the run. They might all be dead by now, you know."
"You've got a point there, mister, and in a day or so we'll be to a place where going back will be harder than going ahead."
Ta
"Look at that, will you!"
"I don't see anything."
"Put on your infras."
Greg did this and stared upward at the screen.Bats. Enormous bats cavorted overhead, swept by in dark clouds.
"There must be hundreds of them, maybe thousands. ..."
"Guess so. Seems there are more than there used to be when I came this way a few years back. They must be screwing their heads off in Carlsbad."
"We never see them in L.A. Maybe they're pretty much harmless."
"Last time I was up to Salt Lake, I heard talk that a lot of them were rabid. Some day someone's got to go —them or us."
"You're a cheerful guy to ride with, you know?"
Ta
Greg filled the coffee pot and plugged it into the dashboard. After a time, it began to grumble and hiss.
"What the hell's that?" said Ta
He watched them: towering, tapered tops that spun between the ground and the sky, wobbling from side to side, sweeping back and forth, about a mile ahead. It seemed there were fourteen or fifteen of the things. Now they stood like pillars, now they danced. They bored into the ground and sucked up yellow dust. There was a haze all about them. The stars were dim or absent above or behind them.
Greg stared ahead and said, "I've heard of whirlwinds, tornadoes—big, spi
And then the radio crackled, and the muffled voice of the man called Marlowe came through:
"Giant dust devils," he said. "Big, rotary sand storms. I think they're sucking stuff up into the dead belt, because I don't see anything coming down—"
"You ever see one before?"
"No, but my partner says he did- He says the best thing might be to shoot our anchoring columns and stay put."Ta
"They're coming this way," he finally said. "I'm not about to park here and be a target. I want to be able to maneuver. I'm going ahead through them."
"I don't think you should."
"Nobody asked you, mister, but if you've got any brains you'll do the same thing."
"I've got rockets aimed at your tail. Hell."
"You won't fire them—not for a thing like this, where I could be right and you could be wrong—and not with Greg in here, too."
There was silence within the static, then, "Okay, you win. Hell. Go ahead, and we'll watch. If you make it, we'll follow. If you don't, we'll stay put."
"I'll shoot a flare when I get to the other side," Ta
Ta
Ta
The columns grew and swayed as he advanced, and he could now bear a rushing, singing sound, as of a chorus of the winds.
He skirted the first by three hundred yards and continued to the left to avoid the one which stood before him and grew and grew. As he got by it, there was another, and he moved farther to the left. Then there was an open area of perhaps a quarter of a mile leading ahead and toward his right.
He swiftly sped across it and passed between two of the towers that stood like ebony pillars a hundred yards apart. As he passed them, the wheel was almost torn from his grip, and he seemed to inhabit the center of an eternal thunderclap. He swerved to the right then and skirted another, speeding.
Then he saw seven more and cut between two and passed about another. As he did, the one behind himmoved rapidly, crossing the path he had just taken. He exhaled heavily and turned to the left.
He was surrounded by the final four, and he braked so that he was thrown forward and the straps cut into his shoulder, as two of the whirlwinds shook violently and moved in terrible spurts of speed. One passed before him, and the front end of his car was raised off the ground.
Then he floored the gas pedal and shot between the final two, and they were all behind him.
He continued on for about a quarter for a mile, turned the car about, mounted a small rise and parked.