lock and key. But there they are. Anybody can walk right in and walk right out with âem. So I figure weâre in the middle of a huge estate, thousands of acres, maybe, with a steel fence all around it and guards to watch over it.â She hesitated, then added, âThe only thing I canât figure is the difference in time and in seasonâthat is, if weâre in the South, like I think we are.â
âYou still believe weâre in Alabama?â
âWell, it could be Mississippi, Georgia, or somewhere in the Carolinas or Virginia.â Suddenly she pointed. âSee that tree yonder? Thatâs a sassafras. I know, because when I was a little girl I used to dig the roots of one of those trees so we could make tea. Brick, the only place youâll find a sassafras tree is in America. Itâs the same with those big pines behind us. Theyâre what we call yellow pines, and the only place they grow is in the South. You see? So weâre bound to be in one of the states I mentioned. But why is the time different?â
âIt could be because we teleported here,â he said, and began explaining the theory that had come to him during the night. But somehow, as he told it in the bright light of day, the theory didnât sound so hot. Nurse Jackson listened to it politely, but seemed far from convinced. âAnyhow,â he finished lamely, âIâm sure time has something to do with it.â
She chuckled. âOf course it has. Thatâs whatâs really got us bugged.â She glanced at her wristwatch, gasped, then studied the sun and looked at her watch again. âSpeaking of time, my watch is acting crazy. The sun tells me itâs only about ten in the morning, but the watch says itâs past noon. Itâs gained all of two hours since weâve been here. Do you sâpose teleporting did that to it?â
âIt must have. Look what it did to us!â
His eye was suddenly attracted by a carved wooden disc on a post. He went over and turned it, and was rewarded by a bright glow of light from the rafters above.
As he stared at it, Nurse Jackson said, âThatâs funny. Thereâs no power line coming in here. But maybe thereâs an underground one leading from the bunkhouse.â
âThat must be it,â he agreed, as he turned off the light. âSay, that gives me an idea. If we canât find a road anywhere, then all we have to do is to follow the power line that comes into the place, and itâll lead us to people.â
She nodded slowly. âAnd we may have to locate some people soon, Brick. It all depends on how much food we can find. It takes an awful lot when there are six mouths to feed. That dried stuff wonât last long, and we canât live off dandelion greens. Some of you need meatâespecially Princess and Charlie Pill.â
âMaybe I can kill a deer with the crossbow.â
She looked at him sharply. âI doubt if Princess would eat it if you did. But weâll see. If we donât locate a road in the next day or two, I think weâd better plan to follow the power line and see where it goes.â
Before moving on, she borrowed his adze and dug some of the roots of the sassafras tree and put them in her basket. Later, near some monstrous oaks at the lower end of the meadow, she found a curious brown mushroom, pitted and crinkled, that started them upon an eager search that lasted into the afternoon. His legs had nearly given out now, and to save them for the walk back to the bunkhouse he did his searching on hands and knees. The pitted mushroom, he learned, was a morel. It appeared only in the spring, and they were lucky to find a spot where so many of them had been overlooked by the deer.
âWe used to call âem hickory chickens when I was a kid,â Nurse Jackson told him happily. âBest eating things on earth! Better than beefsteak. Donât pass up