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torches sounded good in theory, but I'd have been a whole lot more comfortable if I'd actually seen it work in a true-to-life, practical demonstration. |
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"I can't agree with you," Doc interjected. "Looks to me like we'd be a whole lot safer if we made sure everybody was safe and secure in the old schoolhouse and waited for help. This fog has got to lift sooner or later." |
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Kendall shook his head adamently. "We can't afford to wait," he repeated. |
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It was Caleb's turn. He had been strangely silent up to this point. "I agree with Doc. It makes sense to me. Get everybody into the old schoolhouse. That gives us only one place to protect. By now the authorities must realize we've got something drastically wrong here. Kendall hasn't been able to report in to his post, the phone lines are all down, and they know the fog has thrown a blanket over this place and trapped us." |
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"I don't know how long we could hold out if we did sit tight," Jake countered. "I've seen this damn fog close in up here on the northeast corner of the coast for a week at a time. This is only day three, and we've already picked the shelves clean over at Palmer's market." |
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"I understand the psychology of mass confinement," Kendall Shot back. "We won't be able to control the people in another day |
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