"You should have a reason to kill people."
Davis said, "All right, if it will make you any happier. I told you
about killing my keeper when they tried to make me leave town. He got in
the car, behind the wheel. I got into the back seat and split his skull
with a tire iron."
"What's that got to do with us?"
"Just this. Tommy was a better person than anyone of you or all of you
put together. If he had to die, what right have you got to live? Is that
enough of a reason for you?"
"This is all too damn crazy," Jim Wilson roared. He was on the point of
leaping at Davis and his gun.
At that moment, from the north, came a sudden crescendo of the weird
invader wailings. It was louder than it had previously been but did not
seem nearer.
The group froze, all ears trained upon the sound. "They're talking
again," Nora whispered.
"Uh-huh," Frank replied. "But it's different this time. As if--"
"--as if they were getting ready for something," Nora said. "Do you
suppose they're going to move south?"