He did this. Light exploded through his brain and flooded through his whole body.
When the water level was lowered, the bewildered Reds found empty chains dangling from the walls of the cell. The body they had placed in the chains was no longer there.
Three days later, the driver of an American jeep, on border patrol at night with a squad of men, was astonished to find four bodies suddenly appear within his headlights. To him, they seemed to come out of nowhere. Brakes screaming, the driver jerked the jeep to a halt. The sergeant in charge of the squad hastily dismounted.
"I am John Holder and this is my wife and our two children," the man in the glare of the headlights said.
"Holder?" the sergeant said. "Say, we've got a search order out for you. You vanished behind the iron curtain."
"We have come back through it," Holder answered. "Take us to your commanding officer, at once."
They were put into the jeep. "Johnny, go hide again," the smallest child kept saying. "So we can find him in that place where the light is. Johnny go hide—"
"Shhh, Teresa," her father answered, indulgently. "No more game until we get back to America." He thought longingly of that land across the sea that to them was home. "Besides it is too hard to find you on the other side, and re-integrate a body for you—"
"John," the woman spoke reprovingly. "Why explain it to them? You know they can't understand what you're talking about."
Holder grinned and was silent. Sometimes he wondered if he understood it all himself. All he knew was that a body could be disintegrated, by pure mental force.