Gerhardt was driving. I reached across his knee to key in the response channel and said, "Anderson and Gerhardt in Number Three, sir. We read you."
A moment later, somewhat more faintly, came the sound of Number Two keying into the threeway channel, and I heard Marshall saying, "Marshall and Webster in Two, Dr. Leopold. Is something wrong?"
"I've found something," Leopold said.
From the way Marshall exclaimed "Really!" I knew that Truck Number Two had had no better luck than we. I said, "That makes one of us, then."
"You've had no luck, Anderson?"
"Not a scrap. Not a potsherd."
"How about you, Marshall?"
"Check. Scattered signs of a city, but nothing of archaeological value, sir."
I heard Leopold chuckle before he said, "Well, I've found something. It's a little too heavy for me to manage by myself. I want both outfits to come out here and take a look at it."
"What is it, sir?" Marshall and I asked simultaneously, in just about the same words.