They entered an abandoned showroom where the lights of Egmont’s twenty cars caused them no small disturbance. Between the Edsel and the Corvair a cool low fog breathed through the windows.
“Golly, that’s intense,” said Joe.
“I think I’m losing my mind!” screamed Frank.
“I think I’m losing my fear!” screamed Joe. “This isn’t right!”
Both boys undid their belts and bound each other until the fog had passed. They did not notice that a ’55 Corvette had crept out of its berth.