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Well
,
no
matter
how
he
did
it
,
the
Bugs
were
where
he
said
they
were
.
Back
at
O.
C.
S.
we
had
received
demonstrations
of
recorded
Bug
noises
;
these
four
posts
were
picking
up
typical
nest
noises
of
a
large
Bug
town
--
that
chittering
which
may
be
their
speech
(
though
why
should
they
need
to
talk
if
they
are
all
remotely
controlled
by
the
brain
caste
?
)
,
a
rustling
like
sticks
and
dry
leaves
,
a
high
background
whine
which
is
always
heard
at
a
settlement
and
which
had
to
be
machinery
--
their
air
conditioning
perhaps
.
I
did
not
hear
the
hissing
,
crackling
noise
they
make
in
cutting
through
rock
.
The
sounds
along
the
Bug
boulevard
were
unlike
the
settlement
sounds
--
a
low
background
rumble
which
increased
to
a
roar
every
few
moments
,
as
if
heavy
traffic
were
passing
.
I
listened
at
post
number
five
,
then
got
an
idea
--
checked
it
by
having
the
stand-by
man
at
each
of
the
four
posts
along
the
tunnel
call
out
"
Mark
!
"
to
me
each
time
the
roaring
got
loudest
.
Presently
I
reported
.
"
Captain
--
"
"
Yeah
,
Johnnie
?
"
"
The
traffic
along
this
Bug
race
is
all
moving
one
way
,
from
me
toward
you
.
Speed
is
approximately
a
hundred
and
ten
miles
per
hour
,
a
load
goes
past
about
once
a
minute
.
"
"
Close
enough
,
"
he
agreed
.
"
I
make
it
one-oh-eight
with
a
headway
of
fifty-eight
seconds
.
"
"
Oh
.
"
I
felt
dashed
,
and
changed
the
subject
.
"
I
have
n't
seen
that
sapper
company
.
"
"
You
wo
n't
.
They
picked
a
spot
in
the
middle
rear
of
'
Head
Hunter
'
area
.
Sorry
,
I
should
have
told
you
.
Anything
more
?
"
