"Yeah," another voice said. "But you didn't have to go and vanish right under that Fed's nose. You been beating into our heads not to do that sort of stuff ever since we first found out we could make this vanishing bit. And then you go and do it in front of a Fed. Smart. Sure, you get a big bang out of it, but is it smart? I ask you--" "Yeah?" Mike said. "Listen, Silvo, they never would've got onto us if it hadn't been for your stupid tricks. Slugging a cop on the dome. Cracking up a car. You and your bug for speed!" Malone blinked. Then it hadn't been Miguel Fueyo who'd hit Sergeant Jukovsky, but Silvo. Malone tried to remember the list of Silent Spooks. Silvo ... Envoz. That was it. "You slugged the FBI guy, Mike," Silvo said. "And now you got us all on the run. That's your fault, Mike. I want to see my old lady." "I had to slug him," Mike said. "Listen, all Ramon's stuff was in that Cadillac. What'd have happened if he'd found all that stuff?" "So what happened anyway?" another voice--Ramon?--said. "He found your stupid notebook, didn't he? He went yelling to the cops, didn't he? We're running, ain't we? So what difference?" "Shut up!" Mike roared. "You ain't telling me to shut up!" (That was the third voice. Malone thought; possibly Ramon Otravez.) "Me either!" Silvo yelled. "You think you're a great big-shot, you think you're king of the world!" "Who figured out the Vanish?" Mike screamed. "You'd all be a bunch of bums if I hadn't showed you that! And you know it! You'd all--" "Don't give us that!" Silvo said. "We'd have been able to do it, same as you. Like you said, anybody who's got talent could do it. There were guys you tried to teach--" "Sure," said a fourth voice. "Listen, Fueyo, you're so bright--so why don't you try teaching it to somebody who don't have the talent?" "Yeah!" said voice number five. "You think you could teach that flashy sister of yours the Vanish?" "You shut up about my sister, Phil!" Mike screamed. "So what's so great about her?" "She got that book back from the Fed," Mike said. "That's what. It's enough!" A voice said, "Any dame with a little--" "Shut your face before I shut it for you!" * * * * * Malone couldn't tell who was yelling what at who after a minute. They all seemed unhappy about being on the run from the police, and they were all tired of being cooped up in a warehouse under Mike's orders. Mike was the only person they could take it out on--and Mike was under heavy attack. Two of the boys, surprisingly, seemed to side with him. The other five were trying to outshout them. Malone wondered if it would become a fight, and then realized that these kids could hardly fight each other when the one who was losing could always fade out. He leaned over and whispered to Dorothea and Boyd: "Let's sneak up there while the argument's going on." "But--" Boyd began. "Less chance of their noticing us," Malone explained, and started forward.