. The Ladies' home journal. stood high abovethe treetops, in the darkness. Five-thirty? Do you think its five-thirty?Judith Godoy, still healthily sleepy, got aneye open, and from her tangle of blanketspeered around the lookout. Well, by thewrist watch it was 5:28—light enough to lookaround and see something; that is, if thesmoke from Hart Creek had cleared away. She swept back the blankets, sitting onthe edge of the bed in her pajamas, stuck herfeet into her warm slippers, stood up tostretch and yawn, and looked out south. Yes,the smoke was gone, just as the dispatcherhad predicted. She swung
. The Ladies' home journal. stood high abovethe treetops, in the darkness. Five-thirty? Do you think its five-thirty?Judith Godoy, still healthily sleepy, got aneye open, and from her tangle of blanketspeered around the lookout. Well, by thewrist watch it was 5:28—light enough to lookaround and see something; that is, if thesmoke from Hart Creek had cleared away. She swept back the blankets, sitting onthe edge of the bed in her pajamas, stuck herfeet into her warm slippers, stood up tostretch and yawn, and looked out south. Yes,the smoke was gone, just as the dispatcherhad predicted. She swung around to theeast—and her mouth fell open! Far to the northeast, over Reverse Ridge,rose a hazy, pillarlike smudge that had neverbeen there before. She ran for the the binoculars the smudge jumpedcloser. Looked like smoke, all right! She raced back, swung the alidade, linedup the cross hair through the peephole, and(Continued on Page 171) it your hairlooks like THIS • . irhtti it shouldlook like THIS. use IELENE CURTIS
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