“You. Ba. Bas. Bast. Ba.” He died, staring viciously at them as they passed by. “What happened?” Garraty cried out to no one in particular. “What happened to him?” “He snuck up on ’em,” McVries said. “That’s what happened. He must have known he couldn’t make it. He snuck right up behind ’em and caught ’em sleep at the switch.” McVries’s voice hoarsened. “He wanted us all up there with him, Garraty. And I think we could have done it.”
