Chapter 6
WHEN THE LARGE mob of southerners carried the youngsters off amongst the tents, relative quiet returned to the hillside on the south side of the camp. With no illumination, and a heavy cloud cover blanketing the sky, it was pitch dark.
The remaining Chevakians gathered by the light from their trucks. Squally wind brought cheers of many voices, presumably from the southern tents. News came that the soldiers had repaired the fence, although the soldiers appeared to have vanished. Milleus could make out a faint glow of light uphill, at the spot where they had entered the camp. He also thought he could hear the sounds of wood being chopped. So someone had finally used their brains and was cutting a road through the forest, or more likely, widening an existing track, so that the peo
