Don suddenly stumbled over something on the ground. A man who had been lying there, asleep perhaps, rose up. We went sidewise, and passed him.
But his voice followed us. Unintelligible, angry words.
“Keep on!” I murmured. “Don’t turn!”
It was a tense moment. The loud words brought attention to us. Then there came what seemed a question from someone over by the girls. We could not answer it. Then two or three other men shouted at us.
Don stopped, undecided.
“No!” I whispered. “Go ahead! Faster Don! It’s darker ahead.”
We started again. It seemed that all the camp was looking our way. Voices were shouting. Someone called a jibe and there was a burst of laughter. And from behind us came a man’s voice, vaguely familiar, with a sharp imperative command.
Should we run? Could we escape now, or would a darting green beam strike us? And we were losing our chance for Jane.
Desperation was on me. “Faster, Don!”
The voice behind us grew more imperative. Then from nearby, two men came running at us. An uproar was beginning. We were discovered!