Mark sprang across the room to where the scientist lay. He pulled him to his feet.
"Are you all right, professor? Are you hurt?"
"Yes, yes, my boy. It was a narrow escape, but your warning saved me. I am all right."
The savant leaned against the bench, trying to still the reflexive trembling of his body. His face was pale. He ran his tongue over lips suddenly gone dry as he stared down at the broken high tension line, and thought of what would have happened had it touched him in its spasm.
And then, suddenly, his blue eyes went wide with stark amazement.
"Mark!" he gasped.
"What's wrong, professor? What is it?"
"That glass on the floor! Look at it!"
The other stared uncomprehendingly.
"The waves, Mark! See the waves!"