e held up his wrist.
"See this? Now watch!"
Whereupon he pressed the button. But to their dismay, nothing happened.
"Wa-al. I'm still watchin'!" drawled the officer. "Who's loony now?"
Kendrick examined the mechanism in impatience, pressed that little button repeatedly: but still nothing happened.
"Try yours!" he told Marjorie finally.
She did so, with similar results—or lack of them, rather.
"Something's wrong," he said at length. "The ray isn't working."
"Wrong is right!" declared the officer with a contemptuous flood of tobacco juice. "Yuh folks better go catch yuhr train 'fore yuh ferget where it is."
Chagrined, embarrassed, they took their leave, headed back toward the railroad station.