The president looked at Alan. "That projector which your tower went to get—if we had it we could ask that the world-power be shut off. Then we could use it, against Turber."
No one answered him. He added:
"Do you think your tower will bring it?"
"Yes," said Alan.
Messages were flooding in from the other world governments. Demands for details. They passed ignored.
The president stood up; his slim figure wavered. "I think—I think, gentlemen, we should not yield. If you are against defending ourselves—defending the world from these wolves, stand up now and say so."
No one moved. He turned suddenly; his voice rang out:
"Tell the Wolves we are not afraid."
He stood listening for the answer. It came within a few seconds. Clattering messages from the southern—the Manhattan section of the city.
Turber's attack had started!