THEY BROUGHT THEM INTO the camp. By this time Steven and the girl had found that their captors were far too strong and too many to escape from, and quite adept at protecting themselves from the foulest of blows. But still the two of them struggled now and then, panting like animals.
Everything at the camp, which was over on Long Island, near Flushing Bay, was neat and trim and olive-drab, and it was almost evening now, and as the jeep rolled up the avenue between the rows of tents Steven and the girl stopped struggling to blink at the first artificial lights they’d seen in a very long time.
In the lieutenant’s tent, the big man Steven had tried to kill said to the man behind the desk, “Like a jaguar, sir. Right out of the tree he came. I had him spotted, of course, but he did a peach of
