CHAPTER XVEyes Without Vision
Hours later, Douglas found himself lying amidst rubble and broken stone, pieces of debris falling upon him even as he stirred. For a second or two he hardly moved. After awhile the distant sound of ambulance or fire-engine sirens came to him and he made an effort and looked about him.
He gave a violent start. At a distance were the gleaming lights of New York’s familiar buildings, but around him for an area of nearly two square miles there was a shambles of fallen stone, crumbling plastic walls, and fantastically twisted girders. An explosion of inconceivable power had occurred.
As he clambered unsteadily to his feet he could see other people getting up too, moving bewilderedly, trying to find out where they were. A hand gripped him. It was Brooks, his pale
