He might have enjoyed it even more if he’d managed to bring Carl home. He wondered how the poor guy was doing.

12

Carl looked up at the starry sky, at the misshapen shadows of the surround in trees, at the water in the lagoon, anywhere but at the lights. Leastways he tried not to look. But as much as he wanted to stop it, his gaze kept driftin’ back to the sinkhole…and the lights.

They’d set him here on the ground, his back against one of the Indian hut support posts. They’d been ready to tie his hands behind him when they remembered that he only had one, so they lashed him to the post with coils of thick rope around his arms and body.

He’d overheard Semelee mention that Jack had found her shell but how’s it would have to wait till tomorrow. Tonight was too important.

The air was warm and wet and thick enough to choke a frog—maybe that was why they weren’t peepin’. Even the crickets had shut up. The lagoon and its surroundins was quiet as a grave.

The lights had started flashin’ a little after dark, strange colors and mixes of colors he never seen nowheres else. That was when it really got crowded around the hole. But there’d been lots goin’ on before that. Luke and Corley and Udall and Erik had been settin’ up some sort of steel tripod over the mouth. It had a pulley danglin’ from the top center where the three legs came together. They threaded a good, long length of half-inch rope through it, then tied that to some sorta chair.

He kept telling himself, Naw, she ain’t really gonna do that. She ain’t that crazy.

But come full dark, when the crazy flashin’ colors was lightin’ up the trees and the water, sure enough, Semelee put herself into the chair. She was danglin’ over the hole, with the lights reflectin’ even stranger colors off that silver hair of hers, and then Luke and a couple other guys Carl couldn’t recognize cause their pan-o-ramic backs was to him started lowerin’ her down into the hole.

After she disappeared he could hear her voice echoin’ up from below.

“What’re you stoppin’ for? Keep me goin’!”

Luke called out, “You’re deeper’n you should be already. How much to go till you hit the water?”

“Can’t see no water. Looks like it all dried up.”

“Then where’s the bottom?”

“Can’t see no bottom, just the lights.”

“That’s it,” Luke said. “I’m haulin’ you up now.”