He let her fall fast. Ten thousand. Eight. Four.
He tilted, angled a little north and west, then dropped again.
At five hundred feet he trebled the power, and it was as though a great 'chute had snapped open above them.
Three hundred feet—the highway perhaps a quarter of a mile distant.
No one down there, but they could be hiding, waiting.
Fifty feet. Had to time it just so, now....
The last ten feet they fell.
CHAPTER XIX
He estimated that there would be five minutes at the most before the area was flooded with S-men. The rest of the gamble hinged entirely on what they succeeded in doing, or failed to do, within the space of a few hundred heart-beats.