"Philip Jose Farmer - 1952-1964" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farmer Phillip Jose)

each one. Tremendous rocks.тАЭ

тАЬNevertheless, itтАЩs coming from there, I think. Oh! Oh! Did you see what I saw? Looked like a tall stalk
of some kind being pulled down behind that big rock.тАЭ

She peered through the dim light. тАЬI think you were imagining things, son. I saw nothing.тАЭ

Then, even as the pinging kept up, the zzting started again. But after a burst of noise, both stopped.

тАЬLets go up and see what we shall see,тАЭ she said.

тАЬSomething screwy,тАЭ he commented. She did not answer.

They forded the creek and began the ascent. Halfway up, they stopped to sniff in puzzlement at a gust of
some heavy odor coming downwind.

тАЬSmells like a cageful of monkeys,тАЭ he said.

тАЬIn heat,тАЭ she added. If his was the keener ear, hers was the sharper nose.

They went on up. The RD began sounding its tiny hysterical gonging. Nonplussed, Eddie stopped. The
DF indicated the radar pulses were not coming from the top of the hill they were climbing, as formerly,
but from the other hill across the valley. Abruptly, the panrad fell silent.

тАЬWhat do we do now?тАЭ

тАЬFinish what we started. This hill. Then we go to the other one.тАЭ

He shrugged and then hastened after her tall slim body in its long-legged coveralls. She was hot on the
scent, literally, and nothing could stop her. Just before she reached the bungalow-sized boulder topping
the hill, he caught up with her. She had stopped to gaze intently at the DF needle, which swung wildly
before it stopped at neutral. The monkey-cage odor was very strong.

тАЬDo you suppose it could be some sort of radio-generating mineral?тАЭ she asked, disappointedly.

тАЬNo. Those groupings were semantic. And that smellтАжтАЭ

тАЬThen whatтАФ?тАЭ

He didnтАЩt know whether to feel pleased or not that she had so

! obviously and suddenly thrust the burden of responsibility and action on him. Both pride and a curious
shrinking affected him.

But he did feel exhilarated. Almost, he thought, he felt as if he were on the verge of discovering what he
had been looking for for a long time. What the object of his search had been, he could not say. But he
was excited and not very much afraid.

He unslung his weapon, a two-barreled combination shotgun and rifle. The panrad was still quiet.