The sun sank and from the west Jimmie saw him turn his face east toward the Sound.

A storm was gathering, drops of rain began to splash and as the sky grew black the figure on the hilltop faded into the darkness.

And then, at the very spot where Jimmie had last seen it, there suddenly flared two tiny flashes of fire.

Jimmie leaped from cover.

It was no longer to be endured.