Science said it could not be,but there it was. And whoosh—look out—hereit is again!
ible in that direction--just miles of desert. So, after we'd stared at the holes for a while and they didn't go away, we headed back for the canal.
"Is there any possibility," asked Janus, as we walked, "that it could be a natural phenomenon?"
"There are no straight lines in nature," Randolph said, a little shortly. "That goes for a bunch of circles in a straight line. And for perfect circles, too."
"A planet is a circle," objected Janus.
"An oblate spheroid," Allenby corrected.
"A planet's orbit--"
Janus walked a few steps, frowning. Then he said, "I remember reading that there is something darned near a perfect circle in nature." He paused a moment. "Potholes." And he looked at me, as mineralogist, to corroborate.
"What kind of potholes?" I asked cautiously. "Do you mean where part of a limestone deposit has dissol--"
"No. I once read that when a glacier passes over a hard rock that's lying on some softer rock, it grinds t