“What took you so long?” asked the Chief. He was standing by the ventilator, smoking.
“You forgot about blackout rules, huh? You making your own smoking rules now?”
“You just mind your business.” Duval went on smoking calmly.
“I’m going to tell Evans,” said Bervick.
“You do just what you please. Now let’s fix that ventilator and stop talking.”
Bervick got down on his knees and tried to wiggle the ventilator in place. It was too heavy. He stood up again.
“What’s the matter? Can’t you get it in place?”
“No, I’d like to see you try.”
The Chief got down on his knees and pushed at the ventilator. Nothing happened. In the darkness Bervick could see the lighted tip of the Chief’s cigarette blinking quickly as he puffed. Duval stood up.
“You have to move these things from the top, that’s what you have to do.”