The world is full of critics tonight, Willis said sorrowfully, and went to unlock the back door.
Amy had passed out cold. He hoisted her limp body over his shoulder, and ran. The only cover was the hanger, and it seemed to take a very long time to get there. The moonlight picked him out cleanly, and, for a moment, they were completely exposed as he crossed the road. Looking sideways, he saw Cordova beside his house, snapping out orders. Half a dozen men crouched around him, looking nervously at the blockhouse. No one seemed to notice Willis and his burden as they disappeared into the hanger.
A jeep, its engine out, stood on blocks beside the pretty little airplane, with the dusty white van Rico had driven parked beyond, keys in the ignition. Willis peered into the van and saw his motor
