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and killed him. Now they won’t tolerate the presence of another
white unless the right signal can be transmitted, with rapid and
tangible results. I am alive only because I demonstrated the power of
the radio to pick up music from Queensland. But time is running out.
You’ve got to find this place and arrange a drop of steel axes, bush
knives and cosmetics before tomorrow nightfall.”
“Eh, what’s that? It’s my hearing—or you’re fading out. Please
repeat.”
“Mr. Plummer: do you read me?”
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