@@@@@"Gee, this is something!" he roared, and the
@@@@@"Gee, this is something!" he roared, and the expression on his face was somewhere between delight and wonder as though uncertain whether the typhoon was a catastrophe or a circus
"What about your stuff?" Goldstein shoutedI left my M-one in a puddle of water
Goldstein looked for his rifleIt was on a ledge above the hole, splattered with water and mudGoldstein was disgusted because he had not wrapped it in his dirty shirt before the storm beganHe was still a rookie, he told himself; a veteran would have remembered to protect it
Water was dripping from Toglio's big fleshy noseHe moved his heavy jaw and shouted"Think your tent'll hold?"
"Don't know," Goldstein roared The four men were cramped in the hole even though they were squatting on their heelsRidges watched his feet sink into the mud, and wished he was not wearing shoesMan's jus' more fussed tryin' to keep 'em dry than the whole thing's worth, he thoughtA rill of water kept running into the tent along the ridgepole and trickling onto his bent kneeHis clothing was so cold that the drops of water seemed warm
A tremendous gust of wind bellied under the tent, blew it out like a balloon, and then the ridgepole snapped, tearing a rent in the ponchoThe tent fell upon the four men like a wet sheet, and they struggled stupidly under it for a few seconds before the wind began to strip it awayWyman got the giggles, and began to feel around helplesslyHe lost his balance and sat down in the mud, struggling feebly under the folds of the tentHe felt as if caught in a sack, and he subsided into helpless laughterToo weak to punch my way out of a paper bag, he said to himself, and this made everything seem even more ludicrous"Where are you?" he shouted, and then the folds of the tent filled out again like a sail, ripped loose completely, and went eddying and twisting through the airA little piece of the poncho had been left on one of the stakes, and it flapped in the galeThe four men stood up in the hole, and then crouched before the force of the windThey could still see the sun just above the horizon in one clear swatch of sky that seemed infinite miles a