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"I have to," Copper sighted. "Dr. Rhine of Duke University has shown that it exist, shown that some are much more sensitive than others."


"Well, if you want to learn a lot of details, go listen in on Blair's broadcast. He's drive most of the boys out of the Ad Building; Kinner's rattling pans like
coal going down a chute. When he can't rattle a pan, he shakes ashes.
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"By the way, Commander, what are we going to do this spring, now the planes are out of it?"
Garry sighted. "I'm afraid out expedition is going to be a loss. We cannot divide our strength now."
"It won't be a loss -if we continue to live, and come out of this," Copper promised him. "The find we've made, if we can get it under control, is important
enough. The cosmic ray data, magnetic work, and atmospheric work won't be greatly hindered."


Garry laughed mirthlessly. "I was just thinking of the radio broadcasts. Telling half the world about the wonderful results of our exploration flights, trying to
fooll men like Byrd and Ellsworth back home there that we're doing something."


Copper nodded gravely. "They'll know something's wrong. But men like that have judgment enough to know we wouldn't do tricks without some sort of reason, and
will wait for our return to judge us. I think it comes to this: men who know enough to recognize our deception will wait for our return. Men who haven't
discretion and faith enough to wait will not have the experience to detect any fraud. We know enough of the conditions here to put through a good bluff."


"Just so they don't send 'rescue' expeditions," Garry prayed. "When -if -we're ever ready to come out, we'll have to send word to Captain Forsythe to bring a
stock of magnetos with him when he comes down. But -never mind that."


"You mean if we don't come out?" asked Barclay. "I was wondering if a nice running account of an eruption or an earthquake via radio -with a sell windup by using a
stick of decanite under the microphone -would help. Nothing, of course, will entirely keep people out. One of those swell, melodramatic 'last-man-alive-scenes'
might make 'em go easy though."


Garry smiled with genuine humor. "Is everybody in camp trying to figure that out too?"


Copper laughed. "What do you think, Garry? We're confident we can win out. But not too easy about it, I guess."
Clark grinned up from the dog he was petting into calmness. "Confident did you say, Doc?"
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Chapter 8
Blair moved restlessly around the small shack. His eyes jerked and quivered in vague, fleeting glances at the four men with him; Barclay, six feet tall and
weighing over 190 pounds; McReady, a bronze giant of a man; Dr. Copper, short, squatly powerful; and Bennings, five-feet-ten of wiry strength.


Blair was huddled up against the far wall of the East Cache cabin, his gear piled in the middle of the floor beside the heating stove, forming an island between him
and the four men. His bony hands clenched and fluttered, terrified. His pale eyes wavered uneasily as his bald, freckled head darted about in birdlike motion.


"I don't want anybody coming here. I'll cook my own food," he snapped nervously. "Kinner may be human now, but I don't believe it. I'm going to get out of here,