For days they would stare fearfully at the lake, while the tides 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! * * * * * End of Project Gutenberg's The Bluff of the Hawk, by Anthony Gilmore