There had to be some other way. Had to. Morrow chewed down his fingernails as the train lurched and rattled onward....
They pulled into Westerton with a hissing roar of steam and jolted to a stop beside the station. Morrow climbed down from the coach, wearily, and strode through the station to the street. It was late afternoon, but it was still hot. He pulled off his tie, stuffed it into his coat pocket, and unfastened his collar. Then he pulled off his coat, threw it over his shoulder, and rolled up his sleeves. That was better. Now for a bite to eat.
He strolled down the shady side of Railroad Avenue toward Switzer's Cafe.
Beyond the law! his footsteps rang on the sidewalk. Beyond the law, beyond the law—
Suppose someone did find them out? They could ask no one to protect their interests. There'd be no help from the authorities. They'd have to protect themselves—against anyone and everyone! How could they do that without guns, without the possibility of killing someone? They couldn't accept defeat that easily. The secret was too important to the future of mankind!
But what could they do?
Beyond the law! Beyond the law—
"Bill! Hey, wait up!"
Morrow stopped as if someone had jerked him back on a string. He whirled toward the sound of the voice before his mind had recognized it.