wrong side."
"Excuse me if I interrupt, Clyde," broke in Michael, at this point. "I was watching Crosby from the ground. He stood there, looking around him, as he said, and his back was to me as he prepared himself and jumped. I clearly saw over the wall. Yet, an instant later, I turned around, and them he was behind me. And I didn't hear any impact of his landing."
"I did," said Crosby.
"We tried it once or twice more," continued Michael, "then finally we quit. Partly because we were disgusted, and partly because we were beginning to be scared. It frightened me and I'm not ashamed to admit it."
Wing knocked the
ashes out of his pipe.
"I'll tell ye," he said
slowly, "what I can about that
there wall, and it ain't very much
now. That wall has been there
fer as long as I can remember,
and as long as my father can remember,
and it was there when
his father came and settled the
land here. This ain't a very old
town, mister. I calculate it began
to be settled not moren a
few years before my grandfather
came here, after the War
of the Rebellion. We all come
from Connecticut, but that's beside
the point. Anyway, you can
see that the wall's been there fer
at least a hundred years, and
maybe lots more because they
ain't nobody who knows anything
about it before around
the 1840's or late 30's when they
first cleared the land in these
parts.
"I recall that my father told me about it and grandfather told him. 'Theys lots of things, son,' he said to me, 'which may seem peculiar to you, but so long as they ain't hurtin you, don't you bother about them. Just leave 'em alone.' And that's the way all of us around here look at that wall. It's there and that's all there is to it. Ain't never hurt anyone yet and it don't look as if it ever will unless some fool goes and bashes his head into it, and then it wouldn't be the wall's fault. People don't come on it very often, and when they do, most of the time they don't gptice anything wrong with it, except that maybe they'll be sort of curious as to what it's doin' way out here.
"So I ain't tryin to tell you what you ought to do, Mr. Michael and Mr. Crosby, but since ye asked me about it, I say ferget about it and leave it alone. Theys lots of things to fight against that are hurtin' people and ye don't need to find somethin inoffensive like a wall."
"Has anyone ever tried to do anything about it?" asked Crosby.
"No one, 'ceptin' Ben Gaylen. He was the son of old Jim Gaylen—well, it's no use t'go into that because you, bein' strangers wouldn't know Jim Gaylen from Adam. He always was a bookish sort of lad—this was before my time—and he was determined to find out all about that there wall. He didn't. He went mad. I seen him onct myself, in the asylum, and it made me sick. So I'm repeatin', ye'll do well to ferget about that wall."
"Will," began Crosby,
"if I didn't
know you better,
I'd call you a damn liar. Are
you positive you couldn't see the
wall once you got off the
ground?"
Bentley nodded. "There's no two ways about it, Clyde. That wall's the damndest thing I ever came across. I fly over this way pretty regularly, and I thought there was something wrong when you called me up and told me about it. You couldn't help but notice a wall like that after awhile.
"But the fact is—and it's just about as easy to believe as what you found from experimenting—that you can't see that wall from a plane. And I've flown pretty low over this part at times. You saw how low I was a few minutes ago."
Michael nodded. "Did you get the pictures?"
"Sure did. We'll have them developed right off the bat."
"Well," said Michael, "I guess we're ready. Got the flags, Clyde?"
Crosby nodded. "Okay then. We'll go up and you set those three flags in a triangle. As soon as I spot them with the binoculars, we'll get into position, then I'll jump. You'll see whether or not I come down behind the wall."
Crosby fixed his helmet, climbed in, and waved. The autogyro sputtered a moment, then eased up gracefully as he watched. Quickly Michael set the three large red flags in a triangle and waited.
There wasn't any wind this day, so it shouldn't be too difficult to make the jump right. It would be annoying if Crosby landed on the nearer side of the wall—but then, they'd merely try again. Well, they had all day; they'd make it or know the reason why.
He fixed his glasses on the autogyro. Ah, they were about ready, he thought. Bentley was hovering. There! There went Crosby twisting and tumbling with a grin on his face as usual. For an instant he saw only a hurtling black speck, then a great white mushroom sprouted out of it and the abrupt fall was halted.
Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, Crosby came down. It was clear, now that he would land behind the wall. There could be no doubt of that. And, if he couldn't get over, Will could always land behind the wall and fly him out.
Michael cheered wildly as he saw the drifting shape float down on the other side of the wall out of sight, saw the white web of the parachute slowly hauled down. Then, with a sudden stab of premonition, he turned around—and clutched at the nearest flag for support.
Crosby was behind him.
