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compound up there.
You let those Washington idiots come piddling up
here and start building nuclear bombs? In Dingley
Falls?"
Ransom's laugh was slightly louder than was his
habit. "Are you joking, Ramona? There're no missile
sites anywhere around here."
"I wouldn't have thought so."
"It's crazy. Who told you this nonsense?"
"People have seen it."
"Who?"
Ramona paused, scrutinizing his face, before she
answered. "Two young people. Went in along the old
Indian trail. Took them there myself."
Ransom looped both hands through the back of his
belt. He filled up his chest with air. "Now! Last time you
were telling me there were flying saucers out in the
marshland. Next, two kids say they see missile silos.
Ramona!" He smiled indulgently.
Miss Dingley scooted her chair back so that she
would not have to tilt her head up at Ransom. "Don't
patronize me, Ernie. I'm not a fool. Tell me one thing,