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air and outlined the Pot with fire。 I moved。
My headlights picked out a raw pit in the ground； surrounded by debris and overhung with a cloud of smoke and dust。 And at the bottom was the great glazed chunk of steaming rock。 Bullseye！ I backed the car behind the nearest sand dune and thumbed the transmitter。 There was another explosion； infinitely smaller than the one of impact； and pieces of rock zinged above my head。 When I next looked at the meteor it had been neatly cracked in half by the charges and the jelly…like liquid that had protected the contents was soaking into the sand。
At the same moment I heard the rising rumble of approaching jets and killed the headlights。 They roared by overhead； triangles of darkness against the stars； and tilted into a turn。 At this moment I gained new appreciation of the Cliaand powers of suspicion as well as a deep respect for their radar； puters and organization。 I was going to have less time than I thought。 I jumped into the hole trying to ignore the heat of the crackling rock。
The equipment was intact； sealed into flat boxes； and there was just enough light from the stars for me to drag them out and stow them into the car。 The jets circled above； brought to the general area by radar triangulation and searching now for the precise point of impact。 Not that they could see much； at their speed in the darkness。 But slower aircraft were undoubtedly on the way。 With instrumentation and lights that could quarter the area。 I moved a little faster at the thought； my imagination already producing the flutter of great propellers on the horizon。 Panting heavily； the last box in the groundcar； I waited until the jets were swinging away from me before starting for my hidey…bole。 I went as fast as I dared； steering around the bigger obstacles and bumping over the small。 When the jets swung in my direction I stopped； trying to think tiny； waiting for them to pass。 On the next rush I made it to the entrance。 As I dropped the first of the boxes into the hole in the ground I did hear engines。 Strong lights were flickering in the distanceing my way。 Things were being shaved entirely too close。 I buried the boxes out one after another； not caring where or how they landed。 I was ready to dive after them and stow them carefully； when great wings fluttered overhead and a sizzling light raced from behind the Pot and flashed over roe； blinding me。
It moved on and I groped for the car's starting switch through a galaxy of rainbows and roaring discs of light。 The groundcar started up； then leaped into motion as I kicked it into gear。 As the light hit again I fell over the side and lay still。
For a considerable length of time I was motionless and bathed by the light； searing in even through my closed eyelids。 It felt as though I lay there between two and three years but could only have been a fraction of a second。 The ladder was in place and I climbed down it； barking my shins well on the tumbled clutter of boxes。 Rooting about like a mole in the darkness I kicked and pushed them through the entranceway ahead of me。 The roar of great machines was loud behind me； joined a moment later by the sound of rapid firing weapons and the boom of explosions。
〃Perfect；〃 I panted； hurling the last of the boxes。 〃Weapons are meant to be used； so they are using them。 I was sure they would be a trigger…happy bunch and I'm most pleased to see my conclusions justified。〃 A louder boom announced the destruction of my car。 It could not have been better。 I felt for the transmitter by the entrance and took it with me as I climbed up the ladder； at a much more leisurely pace。
Standing fortably on the ladder； with my elbows resting on the ground； I had the best seat for the performance。 Jets roared and propellers thrashed from the sky above。 Bullets sang and bombs exploded。 The groundcar burned nicely； sending up angry spurts of flame whenever the wreck was strafed。 As the banging and booming began to taper off I livened it up by pressing the first button on the transmitter。
With a satisfying explosion of sound the rapid…fire guns began to fire from the top of the Pot； while at occasional intervals rockets shot up out of the launcher。 Every other round was tracer so the show was most impressive。 The forces in the sky above zoomed away to regroup； then returned to the attack with savage vigor。 The top of the Pot and the ground all about was torn with explosions。 I had raided the Cliaand armory for my weapons and it was nice to see the same side shooting at itself。 A bomb exploded no more than thirty meters from me and sand shook down my neck。 This part of the show was over； time for the finale。
Sand was falling all around me as I dropped back to the bottom of the hole。 With a certain amount of haste I pulled the ladder through the entrance； then tugged on the cables and darted inside。 A good part of the sand I had dug out was piled above the entrance and held back by restraining boards。 Now removed。 I pushed the door shut as the sand slid down with sudden speed。 Standing there in the darkness I counted slowly to ten to allow enough time for the sandslide to pletely fill the hole。 Then I pressed the second button。
Nothing happened。
And this was an essential part of the operation。 With all the bombs going off； the ground still shook with their vibration； one more explosion would not be noticed。 The second button was to have triggered a buried charge that would conceal all signs of my activities and seal my rat hole at the same time。 If it did not go off I would be easily found and dug out 。 。 。
Memory returned and I cursed my own foolishness。 Of course I had made plans for this contingency。 The radio signal from my little transmitter could not reach through the ground。 I had known that。 I groped for the flashlight I had left by the entrance； turned it on and saw the bare end of wire sticking through the wall。 It was even labeled 2 so there would be no confusion if I were in a hurry。
I was in a hurry。 The explosions were dying away； presumably the mechanical enemy on the Pot had been destroyed； and if my explosion did not go off soon it would look very suspicious to say the least。 I wrapped the end of the wire； it extended up to ground level； around the whip aerial on the transmitter and thumbed the button again。 There was silence。
Until a jarring explosion went off just overhead； shaking the bones inside my body and rattling my teeth together。 My concrete cave boomed like a drum and dirt and chips rattled down。 I was safe。
Snug as a roach in the rafters。 I turned on the light and looked with pride on my residence for the next couple of weeks。 Power supply； shielded of course； food； water； atmosphere renewal； everything a man might need。 And the solid state circuitry and devices that had arrived in the meteor。 I would work and assemble my equipment and emerge ready to face the world。 While the desert above was searched and quartered and the chase went further away。 They would never think to look right under their noses； never！ I smiled and looked for a bottle to open to celebrate。
Chapter 7
No longer a thief I； nor a hider under rocks。 On the 13th day I had unb