I cowered away from the sun-glare, turning my back to the window.

"Come over here!" he shouted. When I didn't move, he snarled, "Get up

and come over here, or I swear I'll shoot!"

And he would have, it was plain in his voice. I got to my feet,

hesitant, and walked trembling to the window, squinting against the

glare.

"Look out there," he ordered. "Look!"