Robinson didn't answer. He started away through the swamp, watching for a broken twig here, an almost buried footprint there. It took him two long hours to find the end of the trail. It had started to snow again. The boy was half covered with the drift. A thick growth of cedars had protected him from the full force of the storm. His eyes were wide open and he showed signs of recognizing Robinson as the big man bent over him. He tried to smile, but he couldn't. There was blood around his lips and his jacket was torn open to reveal a deep, bloody gash in his chest. Robinson built a fire hurriedly and Larson kept the blaze alive with dry logs. Robinson swore softly as he found bandages in his kit and administered first aid. He swore at the cold, and the snow, and the thing that had done this to the kid. They carried Roy Starr out that night, and it was close to midnight before they met Norm Boody and the party who had come in search of them. Mrs. Boody had coffee on the stove when they got in. Robinson, once Roy Starr was warm and fairly safe once more, fell into a chair and slept like a child. An hour later, he was on his feet again, staggering, half dead from exhaustion, giving orders to the doctor who had come from Indian River. * * * * * Roy spoke in a whisper. "Earl?" He was in pain. Bad pain. Earl took his hand. "It's okay, kid. I'm with you. It's all over." "Earl," the voice was a sob. "Earl, it's true about the phantom. I saw him." "I know," Robinson said softly. "Keep quiet. We found you in the swamp. Larson and I brought you in. The Doc says you're okay. Few days rest." Roy felt all choked up and hot inside. He squeezed Earl's hand. "Tell Larson he's okay. You're okay. Earl, we got to get out'a here." His fever was rising. "Listen, junior," Robinson said sternly, "I said everything's okay, and it is. Lay still and sleep." Roy wasn't hearing him now. He tried to force himself up on one elbow. His eyes were filled with memories--of terror. "I was a sap, Earl. I tell you I saw him. He was big and beautiful, big as a nightmare. He snorted right close to me and there was fire shooting out of his nostrils. He hit me like lightning, Earl. I--don't remember--after--that." He sank back, breathing hard. Glenn Starr came in from the bedroom. "How's Roy?" "He's going to sleep now, aren't you Roy?" Earl asked. "Yea--I'm gonna sleep." "_I_ can't sleep," Glenn Starr said. "If we'd kept him here this morning, he'd have been all right." "Is Bill up?" Earl asked. "Yea! He's talking with the Doc in the kitchen. Doctor hasn't left yet." "Send in Bill and tell Doc to wait a little while," Robinson said grimly. Bill Boody came into the darkened room and sat down quietly by the couch. "How's Roy?" "Okay, Bill," Robinson said. "I been doing some thinking." "About what?"