"What in God's name was that?" Phyllis had asked.
Her husband had answered, "I'll bet it's a shockwave from a dynamite explosion at the
"But there was no sound, and we're miles and miles from the mine."
He had thought for a moment, " You know, you're damned right."
He had climbed the boulder behind him and he had said, "It was behind us; I should be able to figure out what has happened if I can see out over the lake from up there."
"You'll probably just fall and kill yourself," his wife had warned.
After hard climbing he had reached the top which was split and he could look out through a sharp cleft in the rock.
When the hoop had reached a point directly opposite the husband and wife it had stopped. So had the creatures. They had stared toward the couple's hiding place and had remained totally motionless.
The husband had pulled at his wife's dress, "Jesus, God, in Heaven, get down!"
One creature had placed a shiny green hose in the water, drawing in water and at the same time had discharged something from another hose.
Again the hoop had stopped and all the figures had frozen. They had stared toward the couple on the rock.
That night, as his son had slept, he had stolen into the bedroom and had removed three books by J.M.Barrie; he had felt strongly protective and oddly repulsed by the idea of Peter Pan, a never-aging figure who comes down from the sky and floats children out of their bedroom, accompanied by a little ball of light: Tinkerbell.