2008-9-15 04:07:00
by Ted Dewey
Once more the trio was back to the ranch. Henry had spent a few minutes on the map with a pencil which was now spread out in front of the two men.
On it now was everything they had seen at the Baker place -- the house, the shed, the plane, the runway, and on the doorstep in front of the shed -- the fierce looking dog.
"Amazing," Rodney commented. He picked the thing up and studied it carefully. "How far back of the house would you say it was to the metal shed?"
Henry closed his eyes for a moment. "I would say that it is about twenty feet."
"And just let us suppose," said Rodney, "that about ten sticks of dynamite exploded in that shed. What would be the results?"
"The thing would be scattered all over the place."
"And the house?"
"It would receive some damage. Probably a few broken windows."
"And the plane?"
"It might receive some damage."
Rodney rose to his feet and started pacing up and down the room. "Now," he said, "suppose there were half a dozen people asleep in the house. Would they get hurt?"
"Not likely. Ten sticks exploding in that shed might knock some of them out of bed, but I don't think they would be seriously hurt."
Rodney stopped pacing and looked down at Henry. "But just suppose, my friend, that either the shed or the house is loaded with the same sort of merchandise as that one we blew up over the hill. What would happen then?"
"Everything would all be blown to hell of course."
"That is what I wanted to hear you say. So if that shed happened to explode sometime during the night we couldn't be held responsible for what they had stored in those buildings."
Henry grinned. "I get what you mean."
"They are all a bunch of dirty crooks," Rodney went on. "And they are doing their best to destroy a group of law abiding citizens that are trying to save the world from total destruction. We have spent millions up there. For instance, that underground shelter stocked with enough food to last us for the next twenty years cost us over five million. And our beautiful new library, when it is finished, the good things of life and the knowledge of how to create them will be there. Let's say that will be another five million."
"Now those dirty rats want to destroy us, and do you know why, my friend? Money! They will turn our beautiful little valley into a hangout for hoodlums from all over the world; a sanctuary for the criminals! A haven for those that chose to operate outside the law! Do you agree with me?"
"All the way..."
"That dirty son of a bitch not only figures on making millions but thinks he will be King of the world when it's all over."
We've got to stop him Henry!"
"I sure agree with you."
"We came down here to defend our people. We didn't have the least idea in the world how we would go about it when we arrived. But now that we have been in the enemy's camp and looked things over we have began to get ideas. That letter from Chicago let us know that we are running out of time."
Henry was on his feet. "What do you suggest we do now?"
Rodney's eyes were as hard as steel, "My friend that shed must go!"
Henry stuck out his right hand. "Count me in. I am with you all the way!"
Julie was standing in the open doorway between the kitchen and living room. She smiled, "I'll drive the get-away car."
-- End Of Chapter Twenty-Nine --
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