"Don't see nothing either, suh," the Negro's deep voice added. And both of them heard the Hawk murmur:
"Nor do I. But he must be—Ah! There! Careful! They're coming!"
"Where? Where is it?" yapped Ban excitedly, jerking the instrument to his eyes again.
"Speak low. Not the asteroid. Three men."
For a tense minute there was silence between them, until, in a low, crisp voice, the Hawk added:
"Three men in space-suits like ours, coming from the "north" straight for Tantril's. Ban, you may not be able to see them till they get to the ranch, so you keep hunting for the asteroid with your glasses. Friday, you see them?"
"Yes, suh! Three! One ahead of the others!"
"Keep your eyes tight on them. No talking now from either of you unless it's important."
The steely voice snapped off. And carefully, in his tree, Hawk Carse brushed aside a fringe of leaves and concentrated on the three figures the dawn had brought.