I stayed between them too long.

Because the guy in front slammed on his air-brakes and the big van came

to a stop with a howl of tires on concrete. The guy behind did not even

slow down. He closed in on us like an avalanche. I took a fast look

around and fought the wheel of my car to turn aside, but he whaled into

my tail and we went sliding forward. I was riding my brakes but the mass

of that moving van was so great that my tires just wore flats on the

pavement-side.

We were bearing down on that stopped van and it looked as though we were

going to be driving a very tall car with a very short wheelbase in a

very short time.

Then the whole back panel of the front van came tumbling towards me from

the top, pivoting on a hinge at the bottom, making a fine ramp. The van

behind me nudged us up the ramp and we hurtled forward against a thick,

resilient pad that stopped my car without any damage either to the car

or to the inhabitants.

Then the back panel closed up and the van took off.

Two big birds on each side opened the doors of our car simultaneously

and said "Out!"

The tall guy on my side gave me a cocksure smile and the short guy said,

"We're about to leave St. Louis on U.S. 40, Cornell. I hope you won't

find this journey too rough."

I started to take a swing, but the tall one caught my elbow and threw me

off balance. The short one reached down and picked up a baseball bat.

"Use this, Cornell," he told me. "Then no one will get hurt."

I looked at the pair of them, and then gave up. There are odd characters

in this world who actually enjoy physical combat and don't mind getting

hurt if they can hurt the other guy more. These were the type. Taking

that baseball bat and busting it over the head of either one would be

the same sort of act as kids use when they square off in an alley and

exchange light blows which they call a "cardy" just to make the fight

legal. All it would get me was a sore jaw and a few cracked ribs.

So after my determination to take after them with murderous intent,

they'd pulled my teeth by scooping me up in this van and disarming me.

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