o follo into the shadows.

    quot;Lets go,quot; said Igel, and o trail t a distance.  our second sucop, I tugged on Smaolachs sleeve.

    quot; are ;

    quot;Igel t;

    e moved on, resting again whe quarry paused.

    quot;One ; I asked.

    quot;A c;

    tous route along empty pat said more tained an uncomfortable silence, and I could not understand erest at all. to a green pickup parked on tepped into t of truck, ttered, quot;t ake.quot; Igel scrutinized tensity, and as truck pulled ae numbers, committing to memory. Smaolacent on e ruminations.

    quot;rack t do you mean, ;

    quot;to burst.quot; Smaolacudied the darkening sky.

    quot;You can smell it coming.quot;

    quot; is o do?quot; I yelled. Up aopped in racks and ed for us to catch up.

    quot;; Igel asked. quot; does your stone calendar say?quot;

    Ever since t day ial. quot;I dont kno;

    inued. quot;Ive been looking and ing since you arrived, and its my turn no boy may be to for t green truck. If you see it again, or t me knoo scer, brot me kno;

    quot;Of course I ;

    o  up tterly freezing rain began to fall, and I ran t fes to escape from being drenced by Igel and Lucer on sucery nig of time claustrop. to tunnels, and  along in til I sensed thers.

    quot;; I called out. No ansive muffled sound.

    I called out again.

    quot;Go a; It was Béka.

    quot;You go a. Ive just come in from t;

    quot;Go back t;

    I tried to reason ;