The Dark Arena [antikvár]

THE DARK ARÉNA In the jeep going back to town, Wolf laughed and said to Mosca, "Would you have shot that big guy if I gave the word?" Mosca lit a cigarette. He was still tense. "Hell, I knew it was an act. I got to hand it to you, Wolf, you put on a hell of a show." Wolf said in a satisfied voice, "Experience, boy. Somé of our officers were too chicken to use real pressure on prisoners. So we had to use the scare technique. And you looked real mean there on the wall." "I was surprised," Mosca said. "When that big guy pushed you and the old dame was so snotty, I figured a trap. Then I was mad. Christ, don't they know somé of these G.I.'s would butcher the whole crew for a stunt like that?" Wolf said slowly, "1*11 teli you how people are, Walter. This old dame, she thinks she's clever. And she has this big giant and all these officers and G.I. 's treat her with respect because she can make their fortune. Now get this: She forgets. She forgets what it is to be afraid. That one stroke she got was the key. Remember that. Without that one stroke she couldn't be afraid. People are like that."