“They’ll drop out tonight,” he said. “They’ll go like bugs on a wall tonight.” “I wouldn’t count on it,” Collie Parker said, and now he sounded worn and tired—subdued at last. “Why not?” “It’s like shaking a box of crackers through a sieve, Garraty. The crumbs fall through pretty fast. Then the little pieces break up and they go, too. But the big crackers”—Parker’s grin was a crescent flash of saliva-coated teeth in the darkness—“the whole crackers have to bust off a crumb at a time.”
