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There was no way of knowing how much ground we covered. It didn't seem possible, but this sweep was actually slower than the earlier one. Now there was the added dimension of the darkness. I stumbled and righted myself, finger inching through the trigger guard. The hair on the back of my neck had begun to bristle. The other hand had coiled tightly around the handle of the flashlight. |
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I had just looked over in Madden's direction when it happened. The youth to my left stopped. His arm darted out in front of him, his finger pointing into the swirling montage of the fog in the trees in front of us. "I saw somethin'," he stuttered. |
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For a split second I saw it too. Then it disappeared. Instinctively I reached out and touched the torch carrier on the arm. He halted, his anxious eyes nervously searching the area immediately in front of him. Now Jake had stopped. When he finally spoke, it was barely a whisper. "See what? Where?" |
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"It was the kid over here on my left," I hissed back. |
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The young man with the torch circled around behind me and moved in beside his friend. "Where'd you see it, Tommy?" He hoisted the flame higher, inclining it forward. |
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"There! See that?" Tommy stuttered. |
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