ied it.

"Pay up, now," the attendant said. "I gotta car waitin'. It's five
sixty-seven altogether."

Walt reached through the rolled down window and seized the man. He
jerked him forward and down; and, with the same motion, slammed his own
weight against the inside of the unlocked door. The steel top of the
opening door cracked the attendant across the forehead; he went limp.
Walt let go of him, closed the door, and drove off.

By the time he sighted her car ahead of him on the highway, in the mist
and fog of dawn, nearly eleven hours had elapsed since he had begun the
pursuit. It had been only a half an hour before that he had located the
governor and teleported it out of the engine.

CHAPTER IX

Julia saw the bright lights behind her. They blinded her in the
rear-view mirror until she knocked the mirror out of focus. She glanced
at the speedometer. She was going as fast as the engine would permit.

She was weary from the beat of the motor and the ache of steady driving.
Her body was drained of energy. The "Wide-awakes" seemed to be losing
their effect. In spite of herself, she nodded. Too tired to think of
anything else, she was thinking--almost dreaming, almost in
half-slumber--of a steamy bath; of perfumed heat caressing her body; of
soft, restful water lapping at her thighs.

Even the prospect of invasion had receded into some dim, dumb corner of
her mind; it no longer concerned her. The demands of personal survival
had pushed it aside; personal survival and the knowledge of her own
incapacity to prevent, forestall, or counter it. And at last exhaustion
had overcome even the demands of survival.

The brilliant lights behind began to pain upon her fatigue-soaked
eyeballs. They shimmered in the windshield; they--

She realized they were gaining on her.

A car without a governor.

A crazy, reckless driver.

_Walt!_

Suddenly the fatigue vanished. Fear alerted her. She stiffened. Her
heart pounded. She glanced behind her, squinting.

There was a sickening wrench at her body; she felt herself twisting,
being sucked out of space.

Teleportation!

She grabbed the wheel. She was almost too weak to resist. She fought off
the terrible, insistent fingers, she shrank away from them; she moaned.

Walt ceased the effort.

She was limp. She struggled to marshal her resources. Her will was not
yet depleted so much that she could not fight back.

She concentrated on being where she was, in the car,