"Hell's Rockets!" exploded the chief. "Get 'em on the air and tell 'em they're under orders."
"There isn't any air. One of 'em dropped interferers."
"Official?"
"Unofficial."
"O.K. Record the fact and then go out and watch. It's out of your hands if they can't hear you. As long as you have a record of interference it's not your cookie. It belongs to them."
"Mind if I head for a bomb-shelter?" grinned Clancey.
"Oh, they're both smart. That's one fight that never hit an innocent bystander."
"—yet," added Clancey.
"Well—?"
"It might be the first time I died, too," objected Clancey.