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speeding.
    Then he saw seven more and cut between two and passed about another. As he did, the one behind him moved in terrible spurts of speed. One passed before him, 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. One passed before him, and the front end of his car was raised from 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 of a mile, turned the car about, mounted a small rise, and parked.
    He released the flare.
    It hovered, like a dying star, for about half a minute.
    He lit a cigarette as he stared back, and he waited.
    He finished the cigarette.
    Then, "Nothing," he said. "Maybe they couldn't spot it through the storm. Or maybe we couldn't see theirs."
    "I hope so," said Greg.
    "How long do you want to wait?"
    "Let's have that coffee."
     
    An hour passed, then two. The pillars began to collapse, until there were only three of the slimmer ones. They moved off toward the east and were gone from sight.
    Tanner released another flare, and still there was no response.
    "We'd better go back and look for them," said Greg.
    "Okay."
    And they did.
    There was nothing there, though, nothing to indicate the fate of car three.
    Dawn occurred in the east before they had finished with their searching, and Tanner turned the car around, checked the compass, and moved north.
    "When do you think we'll hit Salt Lake?" Greg asked him, after a long silence.
    "Maybe two hours."
    "Were you scared, back when you ran those things?"
    "No. Afterward, though, I didn't feel so good."
    Greg nodded.
    "You want me to drive again?"
    "No. I won't be able to sleep if I stop now. We'll take in more gas in Salt Lake, and we can get something to eat while a mechanic checks over the car. Then I'll put us on the right road, and you can take over while I sack out."
    The sky was purple again, and the black bands had widened. Tanner cursed and drove faster. He fired his ventral flame at two bats who decided to survey the car. They fell back, and he accepted the mug of coffee Greg offered him.
     
    The sky was as dark as evening when they pulled into Salt Lake City. John Brady, that was his name, had passed that way but days before, and the city was ready for the responding vehicle. Most of its ten thousand inhabitants appeared along the street, and before Hell and Greg had jumped down from the cab after pulling into the first garage they saw, the hood of car number two was opened and three mechanics were peering at the engine.
    One of the mechanics approached them. He was short and stained dark with sun and grease, so that his eyes appeared even paler than they were. He regarded the black-framed nails of the hand he had begun to extend, then jerked it back and wiped it on his green coveralls, grinning as he did so and revealing a row of gold-capped teeth.
    "Hi. I'm Monk," he said. "You're the ones bound for Boston, huh?"
    "Yeah."
    "I'll have my boys go over everything. Probably take a couple hours. What're your names?"
    "I'm Greg."
    "Hell," said Tanner.
    "Hell?"
    "Hell," he repeated. "Where can we get breakfast?"
    "There's a diner across the street. But judging from that mob outside, you'll never make it. Why don't I send one of the boys after some chow? You can eat it in the office."
    "Okay."
    "I thought they'd send more than one car."
    "They did. We lost two."
    "Oh. Sorry to hear. You know, I talked with that guy Brady when he passed through. He said Boston'd sent six cars. He sure looked bad, and his car looked like it'd been through a war. The President wanted him to stay,   said we could send someone the rest of the way. But Brady wouldn't hear any of that. He'd driven this far, and by God he'd finish it, he said."
    "Jerk," said Tanner.
    "He pulled a gun when we tried to take him to a doctor. Wouldn't