"Yes, sir, it is most unusual," Harry agreed. "All right," the post commander sighed, "what is it?" "Sir, are your house lights all working?" Harry repeated. "Now look here, Fisher, if this is some sort of a gag, I'll see that...." "No, sir," Harry repeated strenuously, "I really mean the question." The colonel glanced back over his shoulder into the house. He turned back to the pair. "Yes, the lights appear to be all functioning." Harry turned to Jed. "Talk to your mother, Jed," he whispered. Jed shut his eyes. "Ma," he thought, "it's me agin!" The lights went out all over the colonel's quarters. Colonel Cartwright gasped and stared at the mountain boy standing with his eyes closed. "All right, Jed," Harry said, "break it off." "Jest a minute, Ma," Jed thought, "Harry wants me." He opened his eyes and the lights came on. "How did he do it?" the colonel breathed. "He thought them out, sir," Harry said. "He ... WHAT?" Cartwright spluttered. "That's right, sir," Harry repeated. "He 'thought' them out. Jed, get Ma on the line again." Jed shut his eyes. The lights went out again. Colonel Cartwright sagged against the door jamb. He moaned, "How long has this one been running around loose?" "Colonel," Harry said cautiously, "he does the same thing with radios, telephones, cars, anything requiring electrical power. He just shuts it off." The post commander looked stunned. "That's not all either, sir," Harry continued. "He can 'think' bullets to a target." "Come in the house," the colonel said weakly. "That's an order, soldiers." * * * * * Three weeks later, Sergeants First Class Harold Fisher and Jediah Cromwell were putting the finishing touches to their own private room. Jed sank down onto the soft mattress on the big bed. "Glory be, Harry, I jest can't seem to catch my breath, we've been movin' so fast 'n doin' so much. All them there tests with them tanks and them airyplanes in Californy and that other funny place. Ma thought it was kinda funny I had so much time fer jest a-sittin' 'n chattin' with her. Now we're here 'n I ain't allowed to say nothing to her." He stole a proud glance at the new chevrons on the sleeve of his fancy, blue dress uniform. "Gosh but Ma would be proud to hear about all what's happened to us. I purely wish I could tell her." Harry snapped up from the bureau drawer where he had been placing his clothing. "Watch it, Jed. You know what the general said. Now don't you go and queer this deal for us just because you're getting a little homesick," Harry warned. "We're the only Army GI's in this outfit and this is pretty plush. You know what the general said, 'no talking with Ma until you get permission.' Remember?" Jed sighed. "Oh, I remember, rightly enough. Only I shore wish they'd let me just think 'hello' to her. I ain't never been so far from her afore and its gonna take a heap of powerful mind-talk to get to her."