"How would I know?"
"We best get to that hotel and bar a few doors. A man can't fight in the dark—and nothing to fight with."
They hurried up the street, but it was all different now. Gone was the illusion of being alone; gone the sense of solitude. Around them the ghost town had come suddenly alive. Sinister forces more frightening than the previous solitude had now to be reckoned with.
"Something's happened—something in the last few minutes," Nora whispered.
Frank leaned close as they crossed the street to the dark silent pile that was the Morrison hotel. "I think I know what you mean."
"It's as though there was no one around and then, suddenly, they came."
"I think they came and went away again."
"Did you actually see anyone when you flashed your light?"
"No—I can't say positively that I did. But I got the impression there were figures out there—at least dozens of them—and that they moved back away from the light. Always just on the edge of it."
"I'm scared, Frank."