"The lightning," Drake said.
"The electrical storm! It's jamming that radio control of his! And when he's jammed, the beasts revert to normal behavior. It takes him time to re-establish control."
"The storm won't last forever," Cable said.
"But maybe it'll last long enough," Drake said. He picked up the direction finders and handed one to Sorensen. "Come on, Bill. We'll hunt out that bug right now."
"Hey," Recetich said, "isn't there something I can do?"
"You can start swimming if we don't come back in an hour," Drake said.
In slanting lines the rain drove down, pushed by the wild southwest wind. Thunder rolled continually and each flash of lightning seemed aimed at them. Drake and Sorensen reached the edge of the jungle and stopped.
"We'll separate here," Drake said. "Gives us a better chance of converging on him."
"Right," Sorensen said. "Take care of yourself, Dan."