He fumbled for a cigaret, found two. Adams lighted them up. They inhaled appreciatively.
“Pretty thick—” Lieutenant Adams was agreeing. “Sort of like—”
He stopped, grinned broadly. Tex nodded. He raised his eyes slightly.
“Like the ground fog, Adams,” he muttered. He closed his eyes. “But we—got out of it.”
And Lieutenant Adams, smiling grimly, nodded his head.
“We cleared up, Tex,” he muttered, “just about in time!”
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the January, 1929 issue of Triple-X Magazine.