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Stephen
was
the
next
to
return
.
The
expedition
seemed
to
have
affected
him
much
as
it
bad
me
,
for
he
shook
his
head
us
answer
to
my
questioning
look
and
made
straight
for
the
bottle
I
had
opened
.
Ten
minutes
later
the
radio
ambitionist
joined
us
.
He
brought
with
him
a
disheveled
,
wild
-
eyed
young
man
who
appeared
not
to
have
washed
or
shaved
for
several
weeks
.
This
person
had
been
on
the
road
;
it
was
,
it
seemed
,
his
only
profession
.
One
evening
,
he
could
not
say
for
certain
of
what
day
,
he
had
found
a
fine
comfortable
barn
in
which
to
spend
the
night
.
Having
done
somewhat
more
than
his
usual
quota
of
miles
that
day
,
he
had
fallen
asleep
almost
as
soon
as
he
lay
down
.
The
next
morning
he
had
awakened
in
a
nightmare
,
and
he
still
seemed
a
little
uncertain
whether
it
was
the
world
or
himself
that
was
crazy
.
We
reckoned
he
was
a
little
,
anyway
,
but
he
still
retained
a
clear
knowledge
of
the
use
of
beer
.
Another
half
hour
or
so
passed
,
and
then
Coker
arrived
.
He
had
had
no
better
luck
than
Stephen
and
I
.
Back
in
Charcott
Old
House
that
evening
we
gathered
again
around
the
map
.
Coker
started
to
mark
out
new
areas
of
search
.
We
watched
him
without
enthusiasm
.
It
was
Stephen
who
said
what
all
of
us
,
including
,
I
think
,
Coker
himself
,
were
thinking
:
"
Look
here
,
we
’
ve
been
over
all
the
ground
for
a
circle
of
some
fifteen
miles
between
us
.
It
’
s
clear
they
aren
’
t
in
the
immediate
neighborhood
.
Either
your
information
is
wrong
or
they
decided
not
to
stop
here
and
went
on
.
In
my
view
it
would
be
a
waste
of
time
to
go
on
searching
the
way
we
did
today
.
"
Coker
laid
down
the
compasses
he
was
using
.
"
Then
what
do
you
suggest
?
"
"
Well
,
it
seems
to
me
we
could
cover
a
lot
of
ground
pretty
quickly
from
the
air
,
and
well
enough
.
You
can
bet
your
life
that
anyone
who
hears
an
aircraft
engine
is
going
to
turn
out
and
make
a
sign
of
some
kind
.
"
Coker
shook
his
head
.
"
Now
why
didn
’
t
we
think
of
that
before
?
It
ought
to
be
a
helicopter
,
of
course
—
but
where
do
we
get
one
,
and
who
’
s
going
to
fly
it
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
can
make
one
of
them
things
go
,
all
right
,
"
said
the
radioman
confidently
.
