CHAPTER XVLess than five minutes later, they were stationary. The slowing lifts purred and the landing ladder hissed down.
Herb and Norma were upon it.
“About a—five hundred yards,” Herb said. “Over that way: the highway. Let’s go!”
Running at his side, Norma prayed desperately for a car to come soon.
They sprinted the last short distance because of growing headlights from the south. The car was coming fast, and Herb jumped into the roadway, waving his hands.
The car came on, sounding its horn hysterically. Herb waved and brakes squealed, and the car, at almost the last instant, veered away from him. The wind of its passing rustled his hair, and the horn still bleating, it slowly dwindled as the red tail lights faded into the darkness.
They waited. Five minutes passed.
“One’s got to
