He was still there, patiently waiting an unknown time later, when a noise from one of the trucks alerted him.
The sentry of one truck put his head out the window and called back to the other cab. Although he kept his voice low, the words carried quite clearly.
“Hey — Jackson!”
“Yeah?” The second head appeared in the opposite cab.
“What time is it? My damned watch stopped.”
“Almost midnight.”
“That's close enough — let's wake these guys up and turn in.”
“I'm ready — damn near asleep now.”
There was a scuffling noise from the interior of the nearer truck, and hushed voices in the other. Gary crept closer. The sentries changed places in the seats of the cabs with noisy movement, awakening one of the figures on the ground. The man put his head out from under the truck and spoke sharply.
“What's going on up there?”