«Is Stephanie here, David?» she asked.
«No. At home.»
She nodded. «Alan, too. How long are you on watch here?»
«Until six.»
«Have you seen anything?»
«No. Just the mist.»
«I’ll keep Billy until six, if you like.»
«Would you like that, Billy?»
«Yes, please,» he said, swinging the flashlight above his head in slow arcs and watching it play across the ceiling.
«God will keep your Steffy, and Alan, too,» Mrs. Turman said, and led Billy away by the hand. She spoke with serene sureness, but there was no conviction in her eyes.
Around five-thirty the sounds of excited argument rose near the back of the store. Someone jeered at something someone else had said, and someone-it was Buddy Eagleton, I think-shouted, «You’re crazy if you go out there!»
Several of the flashlight beams pooled together at the center of the controversy, and they moved toward the front of the store. Mrs. Carmody’s shrieking, derisive laugh split the gloom, as abrasive as fingers drawn down a slate blackboard.
Above the babble of voices came the boom of Norton’s courtroom tenor: «Let us pass, please! Let us pass!»
The man at the loophole next to mine left his place to see what the shouting was about. I decided to stay where I was. Whatever the concatenation was, it was coming my way.
«Please,» Mike Hatlen was saying. «Please, let’s talk this thing through.»
«There is nothing to talk about,» Norton proclaimed. Now his face swam out of the gloom. It was determined and haggard and wholly wretched. He was holding one of the two flashlights allocated to the Flat-Earthers. The corkscrewed tufts of hair still stuck up behind his ears like a cuckold’s horns. He was at the head of an extremely small procession-five of the original nine or ten. «We are going out,» he said.
«Don’t stick to this craziness,» Miller said. «Mike’s right. We can talk it over, can’t we? Mr. McVey is going to barbecue some chicken over the gas grill, we can all sit down and eat and just-»
He got in Norton’s way and Norton gave him a push. Miller didn’t like it. His face flushed and then set in a hard expression. «Do what you want, then,» he said. «But you’re as good as murdering these other people.»
With all the evenness of great resolve or unbreakable obsession, Norton said: «We’ll send help back for you.»
One of his followers murmured agreement, but another quietly slipped away. Now there was Norton and four others. Maybe that wasn’t so bad. Christ Himself could only find twelve.
«Listen,» Mike Hatlen said. «Mr. Norton — Brent — at least stay for the chicken. Get some hot food inside you.»
«And give you a chance to go on talking? I’ve been in too many courtrooms to fall for that. You’ve psyched out half a dozen of my people already.»
«Your people?» Haden almost groaned it. «Your people? Good Christ, what kind of talk is that? They’re people, that’s all. This is no game, and it’s surely not a courtroom. There are, for want of a better word, there are things out there, and what’s the sense of getting, yourself killed?»
«Things, you say,» Norton said, sounding superficially amused. «Where? Your people have been on watch for a couple of hours now. Who’s seen one?»
«Well, out back. In the-»
«No, no, no,» Norton said, shaking his head. «That ground has been covered and covered. We’re going out-»
«No,» someone whispered, and it echoed and spread, sounding like the rustle of dead leaves at dusk of an October evening. No, no, no …
«Will you restrain us?» a shrill voice asked. This was one of Norton’s «people,» to use his word-an elderly lady wearing bifocals. «Will you restrain us?»
The soft babble of negatives died away.
«No,» Mike said. «No, I don’t think anyone will restrain you.
I whispered in Billy’s ear. He looked at me, startled and questioning. «Go on, now,» I said. «Be quick.»
He went.
Norton ran his hands through his hair, a gesture as calculated as any ever made by a Broadway actor. I had liked him better pulling the cord of his chainsaw fruitlessly, cussing and thinking himself unobserved. I could not tell then and do not know any better now if he believed in what he was doing or not. I think, down deep, that he knew what was going to happen. I think that the logic he had paid lip service to all his life turned on him at the end like a tiger that has gone bad and mean.