Dr. Beeville has been experimenting with a view to finding out what happened, but he hasn't made much progress so far.
Next morning I struck out for Beeville, thirty miles west, arriving there about four o'clock in the afternoon.
Do you suppose those birds—the tetra-axes or whatever Beeville calls them—?
Beeville heard Murray climbing the bridge behind him and then his cry, "The anchor!"
"X-ray machines are going to be awfully useful in my work," offered Beeville.
