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By ED

EARL REPP

This globe deep in łhe earth, and łhe girl who had slept centuries was łhe only hope againsł łhe Borers

READY with that charge?" the cali carac above the slam and • rattle of machinery.

Phil Burkę, Captain of the National Guard, sat in the swinging operator^ chair with his hands on the Controls and his eyes on the depth gaugc.

“AU set!” Page Russell, top Ser-geant, sat in the swinging chair bcneath Mm. A metal box rested on his lap, dutched tigbtly in swcaty, blackened hands. Sixty times in the last three days he had 3quirmed out the front of the machinę to place the charge. But his oerves still recoiłed front the touch of that box of concentratcd murdcr.

Three days ago they had started out from the bank of the Hudson, working under the uerve-pinching pressure of terror and determination. Seventeen mfles of fresh brown mounds, zig-zag-

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