He'll
be here in a moment."
Garrick had in the meantime been roughly sketching on the back of
an old envelope taken from his pocket. Evidently he had been
estimating the distance of the house from the tree back of which
he stood, and worked with the light of a shaded pocket flashlight.
"Ready, then," he cried, jumping up and advancing to the peculiar
instrument which I had unwrapped. He was in his element now. After
all the weary hours of watching and preparation, here was action
at last, and Garrick went to it like a starved man at food.
First he elevated the clumsy looking instrument pointed in the
general direction of the house. He had fixed the angle at
approximately that which he had hastily figured out on the
envelope. Then he took a cylinder about twelve inches long, and
almost half as much in diameter, a huge thing, constructed, it
seemed, of a substance that was almost as brittle as an eggshell.
Into the large hemispherical cavity in the breech of the gun he
shoved it.
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