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The Indian then shoved his own head, arms, and mirror over the crest. He caught the sun with the mirror,
began experimenting with aiming the reflected spot of light. He maneuvered it carefully over a hill slope
about half a mile distant, getting range.

The ridge where they lay was the highest for miles. To the north, though, some seven or eight miles, there
was a sugar loaf butte, and it was evident the Indian was trying to range this with his makeshift heliograph
signaling device. He aimed carefully, flashed, aimed again, flashed. . . . He kept this up fully five minutes.

He got no response.

The Indian lay completely motionless for a while. тАЬBad,тАЭ he said. тАЬHave to take long way now. Be
careful.тАЭ

тАЬYou were supposed to get an answering signal?тАЭ

тАЬSure. If okay, get signal. If not okay, no signal.тАЭ

тАЬTrouble, eh?тАЭ

тАЬMaybe.тАЭ

тАЬWhat kind of trouble?тАЭ

The Indian didn't grunt. He just didn't say anything. He went back to the station wagon.



THEY drove two hours in silence, and he concluded the Indian had him puzzled. The Indian was
frightened, but that was not what puzzled him. The redskin was also talking and acting like an
almost-aboriginal native of the forest-deserts in this caseтАФbut that did not puzzle him either. It was
probably the old fellow's way of covering up his feelings. Actually, he finally concluded, it was difficult to
put his finger on what he didn't understand about the Indian. It was inward thing, whatever it was. An
inner light, a force. Japs rushing to die for their emperor, the few of them he had seen doing this, had a
similar thing about them. Not that this old Indian was giving any indication of wanting to die for anyone.
Not much. But he did have some inward, secret thing about him.




The going had been incredible. Slow, laborious, the station wagon hardly ever getting out of second gear,
up hill or down. The Indian's waterbags had been emptied into its radiator.

тАЬMade it,тАЭ the Indian said unexpectedly. He stopped the machine.

He got out.

тАЬOkay. Hunky-dory. You get out,тАЭ he added.

тАЬWhy?тАЭ