She had watched him earlier that evening, sitting on the couch and absently picking up a chord progression and later, during dinner, and afterward during the game. He always seemed so laid back, so comfortable. He just seemed to take things in stride, especially now after that game. A lot of guys would have made a pass at her, but here they were alone and Bill hadn't made a single move. It wasn't that he was afraid Steve might arrive. She didn't think that was the reason because they had a clear view from the front window of the dirt road leading into the camp. They would have seen Steve headlights coming.

It just seemed that he wasn't the sort of guy to make moves on a girl. She had given him no encouragement, so he was simply being friendly. She thought he was attracted to her, but he wasn't rushing anything. He was taking the time to get to know her and how she felt about things, especially Steve. Instead of trying to force things, he was willing to kick back and let them happen—take things as they came. No rush. No hassle.

She found that a very attractive quality. She was wondering if perhaps she shouldn't encourage him a little when she thought she heard a scream.

Bill came in from the back room, carrying a kerosene lantern he'd been filling.

"Bill?" she said.

"Hi," he said, smiling. "Just checked on the generator. It's still running okay."

"I thought I heard a scream," she said.

"I don't know how you can hear anything through that wind."

He was obviously not taking her seriously.

"It sounded like Brenda."

He glanced up at her sharply, looking to see if she was pulling his leg. She seemed completely serious.

"I'd better take a look," he said.

"Yeah." Alice stood by the window, looking out through the curtains.

"And somebody turned out the lights at the Archery range."

"What?" Bill came over to the window. "I can't see anything."

"They're off now," Alice said.

He glanced at her. She looked frightened.

"I'm gonna check it out," he said, reaching for his slicker.

"Bill? Can I come?"

"Come on then."

He had a feeling it was probably one of the others fooling around. Undoubtedly, Ned. Only Ned would be goofing off in the middle of a storm but it couldn't hurt to check. He handed her slicker to her and they went out into the rain.

Down the path toward Brenda's cabin, lighting the way with the lamp. They ran up the steps and opened the door.

"Brenda?" Alice called, "Brenda!"

There was no sign of anyone inside.

There was a candle burning on the shelf and her slicker was still hanging on a hook behind the door.

Where is she" Alice wondered. She must be with Jack and Marcie she said to herself as Bill went past her.