Lightning flashed brilliantly. He shook his head at what he saw. The men. Their faces. In the lightning and rain, their faces changed to white skulls. As suddenly as they came, the skulls were gone, and he was blinking in darkness and the thunder hit him like a string of mortar explosions. “I’m here!” Shingleton yelled, grabbing Orval’s arms. “I’ve got him. Let’s go!”
