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The teenagers had them blocked off from the door but they still ran toward it

The Corvette lurched to a stop in front of the door Raray-tipped hand at the teenagers Dust and gravel blew up in their wild faces, they went staggering, lurching, sprawling backwards as if struck by a gale; the fence sagged inward

Doc stood up beside her and yelled toward Margo and the two ate and piled into the tiny back of the Corvette Doc cut the wheels sharp and turned it

They saw the second police car, escaped fro back around the burned car-crush

But the third police car was co the fence

Rama Joan pointed the momentum pistol at it

Hixon cried: "Don&039;t do it They&039;re police"

The police car seemed to brake to a stop, except that its occupants were not thrown forward but back The whole car started to skid back Ra the pistol

The Corvette roared uphill Hunter protested: "Not so fast, Doc"

Doc retorted: "This is nothing Didn&039;t you seedown?" But he did slow a bit

Hixon chortled: "I&039;ll say we did! You sure swung it, Captain!"

Behind them the car Rama Joan had stopped had turned back, and both police vehicles were headed north along the flat outside the freeway fence The flaher The fire had spread to other cars

Hunter snorted and said: "That was the last useless, heroic nonsense I&039;ll ever go in for" He scowled at Margo

Thunder roared A big drop or two of rain spattered

Margo fished a small ball of paper frorinned at Hunter, holding the paper forward between Doc and Ra-scrawled e was: "Van Bruster, Co Two Join us by Monica Mountainway Luck!"

It was signed: "Opperly"

A big raindrop hit the paper The rain was black

Don Guillerua The launch would soon head around the island of Ometepe From the island&039;s two volcanoes rose thick black sht sunlight

The sunlight cah a wide break in the curtain of steam to the west The break should have showed the towns of La Virgin and Rivas on the Isthua and the Pacific, but instead there was only water stretching endlessly

The Araizas had supplied the infor the Pacific coast by Brito and San Juan del Sur across the isthmus were about fifteen feet

The inference was incredible, yet inescapable The Wanderer- the Pacific to Lake Nicaragua That hy the lake had gone up and why its waters now tasted of salt Where once the white and sky-blue coaches of Cornelius Vanderbilt&039;s Accessory Transit Cogage froin Bay to San Juan del Sur, there now stretched the blue waters of the Peaceful Sea The Nicaraguan Canal, of which so many lare appeared halfway up the thickly vegetated cone of Madera Almost ilare began to lengthen doard, the sh a crack and be flowing toward the lake

The launch kept on Don Guillermo wondered that the waters around them were so calm He did not think particularly of the stupendous pressure theyon this whole stretch of coast, nor did he see anything oh if he had thought about it he would have guessed that stea far below

There was no definable stimulus, but suddenly the three men looked at each other

Don Guillermo slapped a mosquito on his neck

A thick button of water swelled up like a gray pimple from the placid surface in the direction of the inundated Isthrew in three seconds to a h and athat turned the surface of the water fro from the ly

The blast wave from the explosion broke their eardrulireat vertical hillside of steaulfed him and his comrades in the launch It seeetation of lacy, dull gray fronds He thought, The blasted heath There to meet with Macbeth I come, Grayuan Canal became a permanent reality