"Nothing to steal, nothing to vandalize," he said. His short hair was still dripping a little. "Did it go under the raft? Is it under us?"ĭeke stood thoughtfully, head bent. For a moment it seemed to be piling up there, thickening, and he had an alarming vision of it piling up enough to run onto the surface of the raft. He saw the thing nuzzling the side of the raft, flattening to a shape like half a pizza. "What's this shit, Pancho?" Randy looked-he looked very carefully. "It's trying to get under the raft," Deke said grimly. He had also succeeded in scaring himself. "Next month, yeah," Randy said, and shut his mouth with a snap. Randy was not sure it was happening, but he thought maybe it was. A little scared? For the first time tonight, for the first time this month, this year, maybe for the first time in his whole life? Now there was an awesome thought-Deke loses his fear-cherry.
"So? A caretaker-" Deke was sounding a little pissed now, a little off-balance. "Did it go under?" LaVerne said, and there was something oddly nonchalant about her tone, as if she were trying with all her might to be conversational, but she was screaming, too. We got here and you had to drive around the damn gate, NO TRESPASSING signs every fifty feet-" They're empty, the whole bucking funch of them. "Are we?"ĭeke looked at him, his face full of a fierce concentration in the gloom. We're hardly in the middle of the Australian Outback, are we, Randy?" Randy said nothing. "If we have to spend the night out here, we do. "Shut your pie-hole," Deke said absently, and Randy laughed in spite of himself-no matter how many times Deke said that, it always slew him. His nose flared with pain, he felt blood run warmly down his face, and then he was able to step back, crying out: "Don't look at it
Randy realized he was going to fall over, fall right into it, he could feel himself tilting out- With the last of his strength he brought his right fist up into his own nose-the gesture of a man stifling a cough, only a little high and a lot hard. It rose and fell with the waves and that changed the colors, made them swirl and blend. It came with an oily, frightening speed, and as it did, Randy saw the colors Rachel had seen-fantastic reds and yellows and blues spiraling across an ebony surface like limp plastic' or dark, lithe Naugahyde.
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