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Daun had beset the three great roads, the two likeliest especially, with abundant Pandours, and his best Loudons and St. Ignons: Friedrich, making himself enigmatic to Daun, struck into the third road by Skalitz, Nachod; circuitous, steep, but lying Glatz-ward, handy for support of various kinds. And in five days was in Kloster-Grussau, safe on his own side of the Mountains again.
The old man shook out the smoldering tow, blew it into flame, and lit a candle from it, offering the light to Altamont. Loudons got out a cigar and lit it from the candle; the others filled and lighted pipes. The Toon Leader reprimed his pistol, then holstered it, took off his belt and laid it aside, an example the others followed.
In a few years, when we can get them supplied with modern equipment and instructed in its use "What's the matter, Jim? You should be even more excited than I am." "I'm not very happy about this, Monty," Loudons confessed. "I keep thinking about what's going to happen to them." "Why, nothing's going to happen to them.
"Could be, at that. I know the Tenant came up to me, very respectfully, and said, 'I hope you don't think, sir, that I was presumptuous in trying to display my humble deductive abilities to you." "What did you say?" Loudons demanded rather sharply.
"Told him certainly not, that he'd used a good, quick method of demonstrating that he and his people weren't like those mindless subhumans in the woods." "That was all right," Loudons approved, but then his worries returned. "I don't know how we're going to handle this " "Jim, how about that pows business? Is there something there?" "Monty!"
Evidently, they attacked you as you were landing. It is fortunate that these cannibal devils are too stupid and too anxious for human flesh to exercise patience." "Well, that explains how you knew that we'd recently been attacked," Loudons told him. "But how did you guess that it had been to the west of here, in a ruined city?"
Years when the crops didn't ... didn't...." He looked at Loudons, aware that his partner should be talking now, and also suddenly aware that Loudons had recognized the situation and left the leadership up to him.... "... years that the crops failed. Years of storms, or floods. Troubles with those beast-men in the woods. "And you were alone, as we were, with no one to help.
"Jim!" Altamont was almost praying into the radio "Come in, Jim!" "What is it, Monty? I was outside." Altamont told him. "Those fellows you had up with you yesterday, think they could be trusted to handle the guns? A couple of them are here with me," Loudons inquired. "Take a chance on it! It won't cost anything but my life, and that's not worth much at the present." "All right, hold on.
"And we are waiting for the Slain and Risen One," Tenant Jones added, and there was no doubt that he was looking at Altamont intently. "It is impossible that He will not, sooner or later, deduce the existence of this community, if He has not done so already." Again the silence and lack of movement, broken by Loudons this time, when he picked up the candle to re-lit his cigar.
The food was plentiful, but Altamont found himself wishing that the first book they found in the Carnegie Library crypt would be a cook-book. In the afternoon, he and Loudons separated. Loudons attached himself to the Tenant, the Reader and an old woman, Irene Klein, who was almost a hundred years old and was the repository and arbiter of most of the community's oral legends.
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