"You've got to!" The urgency in her voice was nearly that of hysteria.
The driver started the car. "If it's that urgent...."
"It is," Herb said.
"Hurry, please, please hurry. Don't ask us to explain. Just hurry."
The driver stepped down on the gas. The car leaped ahead.
CHAPTER XVI
The new buildings pressed against the new sidewalks. The streets were empty except for their car and a turret-like Mobile Sweeper whose gutter broom whispered against the curb. A light here and there in a window heralded the end of sleep. A lone car crossed at an intersection ahead, moving slowly as if fatigued by a night-long vigil.
The sun seemed reluctant to plunge the world into daylight; it balanced on the horizon in indecision. The moon was high and tiny and rode the growing blueness with a ghostlike pallor.
Herb, leaning forward tensely, thought: Suppose Bud isn't there? Suppose he's somewhere else?