Someone out there didn't like trees. He wanted to wreck the Sahara Project—and he was willing to murder in the process! I One of the auto-copters swooped in and landed. Johnny McCord emptied his pipe into the wastebasket, came to his feet and strolled toward the open door. He automatically took up a sun helmet before emerging into the Saharan sun. He was dressed in khaki shorts and short-sleeved shirt, wool socks and yellow Moroccan babouche slippers. The slippers were strictly out of uniform an