Zircon understood and bellowed. "Where is he?"
Rick thought quickly. The three were still standing in a line. He shouted orders.
"Right face. Forward march!"
Like a well-trained machine, his friends obeyed. They marched forward steadily. But they were slightly off. He remembered the correct command.
"Left oblique! March!"
Scotty swung a quarter left, bumped into Zircon. Chahda stood still, not understanding. Neither had Zircon comprehended the command. Rick yelled, "Scotty! Turn right just a fraction."
Scotty did so. "Now," Rick called. "He's about ten feet in front of you."
Scotty moved forward, feeling his way a step at a time. When he was almost on Long Shadow, Rick yelled, "You're there!"
Long Shadow turned over on his back and clawed in his pockets.
"Watch out!" Rick screamed. "He's got a gun!"