Lindsay leaped forward, hoping to get between them. Jenna went forward instinctively, putting up a small hand. Garrard looked at them reflectively, half aware of the incident and half convinced that if they were to fight, they would regardless of any act of man.
It was the strident ringing of the telephone that stopped them in their tracks; staying Grant's fist in midswing.
Jenna breathed out in a husky sound.
"Who was that at Gary?" asked General Haynes.
"We lost Harris."
"Same as before?"
Lindsay nodded glumly, forgetting that Haynes couldn't see him. Then he added: "Didn't even get close."
"What in thunder have they got?" asked Haynes. It was an hypothetical question, the general did not expect an answer. He added, after a moment of thought: "You've tried everything?"
"Not everything. So far as I've been able to tell, the things will sit there until we go after 'em. They'll foul up production areas until we go after 'em, and then when we're all gone—what then?"
"Lindsay! Take hold, man. You're ... you're letting it get you."