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roles, uncertain of their purposeKent State. The thought raced through my mind. What if one of these guys sees a ghost or a shadow and gets trigger happy? |
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Kendall and Madden were obviously concerned about the same thing. ''Let's get started," he barked, "and remember, if it ain't somewhere in the vicinity of one of the torches and you can't get a response out of it, be prepared to defend yourself. Stay alert!" Jake Madden could be very convincing. |
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I made myself a part of the trio to the left of the torch on Madden's left flank. One of the men in my cluster carried a pump action 12-gauge, the other carried the torch. I had my fingers nestled around the reassuring old Mauser. The one with the shotgun kept looking nervously back at Madden. |
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The flickering lights of the kerosene torches created crazy, surrealistic patterns. The pines formed a virtual canopy over us, somehow creating the illusion that they held the fog prisoner. Twigs snapped. Shimmering gray-green images appeared, unreal and threatening. The collective mind was becoming an even greater threat than our unseen adversary. Something darted, scurrying frantically for the protective cover of the underbrush. Now and then there was a shout or a nervous laugh. "Is that you Frank ?" another shouted. "Damn it Roy, when I say somethin', answer me." |
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