I couldn’t look around. A pleasant face appeared in my line of sight. ‘Ok dearie, I’m going to shine a light in your eyes and see if we can get... a reaction. So if you want to show us anything, now is the time.’ The second female voice asked, ‘Any reactions?’ ‘At first I thought I might have seen something, but I can’t get him to repeat anything. I guess it was just hopeful feeling on my part.’ Another face appeared in my field of view. This one I recognized. It was my daughter. ‘I don’t know. ”He was very eager to see if it worked, so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom. When she came in, he took off his clothes and said, “1-2-3!”Immediately, he was the manliest of men.His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes, and then she asked, “What was the 1-2-3 for?”And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition, because we could end up with dangling. They wanted heralive; either to extort a ransom from Frankie or to obtain moreinformation from her about Frankie's operation. Or both.The terrain became rural and they passed by an establishment calledThe Pine Barrens Store. Michelle shivered despite the warmth of thetrunk. The Pine Barrens is a huge forest stretching across New Jerseyand is mostly uninhabited. The road suddenly changed from blacktop todirt and finally they entered a rutted track. Michelle was gettingthrown around in the. My three companions were a motley crew and I trusted them all with my life and limb. The dark-skinned tall one was called simply Mister Green. He was actually half Mohawk Indian and had been in several battles of the French and Indian war on the side of the French. His opinion of the French is not repeatable in this account because it is most demeaning and crude in many respects. He was a “silent” killer with a pair of sharp tomahawks under his leather jacket ready to throw or slice a throat.