"What you"ve done for me," she said in the darkness.
He waited for a lightning flash to show him her expression. She was looking at him.
"I didn"t do it for Vale," said Lockley.
"Then why?"
"I"d have done it for anyone," said Lockley ungraciously.
In a way it was true, of course. But he wouldn"t have gone up to the construction camp to make sure that anyone hadn"t been left behind.
The idea wouldn"t have occurred to him.
"I don"t think that"s true," said Jill.
He did not answer. If Vale was alive, Jill was engaged to him; although if matters worked out, Lockley would not be such a fool as to play the gentleman and let her marry Vale by default. On the other hand, if Vale was dead, he wouldn"t be the kind of fool who"d try to win her for himself before she"d faced and recovered from Vale"s death. A girl could forgive herself for breaking her engagement to a living man, but not for disloyalty to a dead one.
"I think," said Lockley deliberately, "that we should change the subject. I will talk about why I went to the Lake after you when everything has settled down. I had reasons. I still have them. I will express them, eventually, whether Vale likes it or not. But not now."
There was a long silence, while rain fell with heavy drumming noises and the world was only a deep curtain of lightning-lighted droplets of falling water.
"Thanks," said Jill very quietly. "I"m glad."
And then they sat in silence while the long hours went by. Eventually they dozed. Lockley was awakened by the ending of the rain. It was then just the beginning of gray dawn. The sky was still filled with clouds. The ground was soaked. There were puddles here and there in the barnyard, and water dripped from the barn"s eaves, and from the now vaguely visible house, and from the two or three trees beside it.
Lockley opened the car door and got out quietly. Jill did not waken.
He visited the chicken house, and horrendous squawkings came out of it. He found eggs. He went to the house, stepping gingerly from gra.s.s patch to gra.s.s patch, avoiding the puddles between them. He found bread, jars of preserves and cans of food. He inspected the lane. The car"s tracks had been washed out. He nodded to himself.
He went back to the barn. There was still only dusky half-light. He pulled the doors almost shut behind him, leaving only a four-inch gap to see through. Now the car was safely out of sight and there was no sign that any living being was near.
"You closed the doors," said Jill. "Why?"
He said reluctantly, "I"m afraid we"re as badly off as we were at the beginning. Unless I"m mistaken, we got turned around in that rainstorm on those twisty roads, and the Park begins nearby. This isn"t the highway I drove up on to find you, the one where my car"s wrecked.
This is another one. I don"t think we"re more than twenty miles from the Lake, here. And that"s something I didn"t intend!"
He began to unload his pockets.
"I got something for us to eat. We"ll just have to lie low until night and fumble our way out toward the cordon, with the stars to guide us."
There was silence, save for the lessened dripping of water. Lockley was filled with a sort of baffled impatience with himself. He felt that he"d acted like an idiot in trying to escape the evacuated area by car. But there"d been nothing else to do. Before that he"d stupidly been unsuspicious when the Wild Life truck came down a highway that he"d known was blocked by a terror beam. And perhaps he"d been a fool to refuse to discuss why he"d gone up to the construction camp to see to her safety when by all the rules of reason it was none of his business.
The gray light paled a little. Through the gap between the barn doors, he could see past the house. Then he could see the length of the lane and the trees on the far side of the highway.
He was laying out the food when suddenly he froze, listening. The stillness of just-before-dawn was broken by the distant rumble of an internal-combustion engine. It was a familiar kind of rumbling. It drew nearer. Except for the singularly distinct impacts of drippings from leaves and roof to the ground below, it was the only sound in all the world.
It became louder. Jill clenched her hands unconsciously.
"I don"t think there are any car tracks at the turn-off where we came in," said Lockley in a level voice. "The rain should have washed them out. It"s not likely they"re looking for us here anyhow. But I"ve only got three bullets left in the pistol. Maybe you"d better go off and hide in the cornfield. Then if things go wrong they"ll believe I left you somewhere."
"No," said Jill composedly, "I"d leave tracks in the ploughed ground.
They"d find me."
Lockley ground his teeth. He got out the pistol he"d taken from the truck driver in the lighted room in Serena. He looked at it grimly. It would be useless, but....
Jill came and stood beside him, watching his face.
The rumbling of the truck was still nearer and louder. It diminished for a moment where a curve in the road took the vehicle behind some trees that deadened its noise. But then the sound increased suddenly.
It was very loud and frighteningly near.
Lockley watched through the gap between the barn doors. He stayed well back lest his face be seen.
The trailer-truck with the Wild Life Control markings on it rumbled past. It growled and roared. The noise seemed thunderous. Its wheels splashed as they went through a puddle close by the gate.
It went away into the distance. Jill took a deep breath of relief.
Lockley made a warning gesture.
He listened. The noise went on steadily for what he guessed to be a mile or more. Then they heard it stop. Only by straining his ears could Lockley pick up the sound of an idling motor. Maybe that was imagination. Certainly at any other less silent time he could not possibly have heard it. Jill whispered, "Do you think--"
He gestured for silence again. The distant heavy engine continued to idle. One minute. Two. Three. Then the grinding of gears and the roar of the engine once more. The truck went on. Its sound diminished. It faded away altogether.
"They got to a place where the road"s blocked with a terror beam,"
said Lockley evenly. "They stopped and called by short wave and the beam was cut off, then they went past the block-point and undoubtedly the beam was turned on again."
He debated a decision.
"We"ll have breakfast," he said shortly. "We"ll have to eat the eggs raw, but we need to eat. Then we"ll figure things out. It may be that we"d be sensible to forget about cars and try to get to the cordon on foot, robbing farmhouses of food on the way. There can"t be too many ...
collaborators. And we could keep out of sight."
He opened a jar of preserves.
"But it would be better for you to be travelling by car, if tonight"s clear and there"s starlight to drive by."
Jill said practically, "There might be some news...."
Her hands shook as she put the pocket radio on the hood of the car.
Lockley noticed it. He felt, himself, the strain of their long march through the wilderness with danger in every breath they drew. And he was shaken in a different way by the proof that humans were cooperating fully with the invading monsters. It was unthinkable that anybody could be a traitor not only to his own country but to all the human race. He felt incredulous. It couldn"t be true! But it obviously was.
The radio made noises. Lockley turned it in another direction. There was music. Jill"s face worked. She struggled not to show how she felt.
The radio said, "_Special news bulletin! Special news bulletin! The Pentagon announces that for the first time there has been practically complete success in duplicating the terror beam used by the s.p.a.ce invaders at Boulder Lake! Working around the clock, teams of foreign and American scientists have built a projector of what is an entirely new type of electronic radiation which produces every one of the physiological effects of the alien terror beam! It is low-power, so far, and has not produced complete paralysis in experimental animals.
Volunteers have submitted themselves to it, however, and report that it produces the sensations experienced by members of the military cordon around Boulder Lake. A crash program for the development of the projector is already under way. At the same time a crash program to develop a counter to it is already showing promising results. The authorities are entirely confident that a complete defense against the no longer mysterious weapon will be found. There is no longer any reason to fear that earth will be unable to defend itself against the invaders now present on earth, or any reinforcements they may receive!_"
The newscast stopped and a commercial called the attention of listeners to the virtues of an anti-allergy pill. Jill watched Lockley"s face. He did not relax.
The broadcast resumed. With this full and certain hope of a defense against the invasion weapon, said the announcer, it remained important not to destroy the alien ship if it could be captured for study. The use of atom bombs was, therefore, again postponed. But they would be used if necessary. Meanwhile, against such an emergency, the areas of evacuation would be enlarged. People would be removed from additional territory so if bombs were used there would be no humans near to be harmed.
Another commercial. Lockley turned off the radio.
"What do you think?" asked Jill.