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There came from the van certain thumping noises, not those of the
normal gorilla, but they were
drowned out by the drone of the motor and the steady sound of wheels
against the road. The night was
pale and quiet, with nothing to stir it but an occasional complaint from
a hoot owl and the distant muted
jarring of a freight train. The truck sped on until it slowed for a
crossing, and as the van rattled over the
tracks, a figure slipped from the door and almost fell, and then limped
hurriedly off toward the woods.
Once in the darkness of a pine thicket, he laid down a pointed stick he
had been clutching and something
bulky and loose that he had been carrying under his arm, and began to
undress. He folded each garment
neatly after he had taken it off and then stacked it on top of the last
thing he had removed. When all his
clothes were in the pile, he took up the stick and began making a hole
in the ground with it.
The darkness of the pine grove was broken by paler moonlit spots that
moved over him now and again
and showed him to be Enoch. His natural appearance was marred by a
gash that ran from the corner of
his lip to his collarbone and by a lump under his eye that gave him a
dulled insensitive look. Nothing
could have been more deceptive for he was burning with the intensest
kind of happiness
. He dug rapidly until he had made a trench about a foot long and a
foot deep. Then he placed the stack