Find the base and rig up the detector. Your fix in this time
will be easy--but it is the other end of the line we must have. Until
you locate that, stick to the job. Don't communicate with us until you
have it!"
"There is the possibility," Ashe pointed out, "the Reds may have more
than one intermediate post. They probably have played it smart and set
up a series of them to spoil a direct trace, as each would lead only to
another farther back in time----"
"All right. If that proves true, just get us the next one back,"
Millaird returned. "From that we can trace them along if we must send in
some of the boys wearing dinosaur skins later. We _have_ to find their
primary base, and if that hunt goes the hard way, well, we do it the
hard way."
"How did you get the fix?" McNeil asked.
"One of their field parties ran into trouble and yelled for help."
"Did they get it?"
The major grinned. "What do you think? You know the rules--and the ones
the Reds play by are twice as tough on their own men.
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