Even their freight expenses had turned out to be more than they'd charged successful bidders for shipping the purchased chimes.This wouldn't have been...so terrible, except for two things. One, they'd invested the lion's share of all remaining communal money when they were out purchasing all the equipment necessary for doing the pouring and casting of their own bells. They were starting from molds they'd hand created themselves. Number two, was what they'd just shown me. It was a salvaged tin. " Sure you can. You just need to practice." No. I'd look like a fool." Bull," I said, the closest thing to a swear word I could use in front of my mom. Mom's eyes widened, realizing that I must feel strongly if I used a word like that in her presence. "But Jon ...," I want to play, with you, Mom." I held my finger to her lips to silence further protest. "I need you to be up there with me," I pleaded, "the two of us, together."Mom looked deep into my eyes and I held firm. She must have been. Theyheld Tim in jail for weeks, but then suddenly released him on bail.The police came for Tracy only a week later, Sunday afternoon. It wasway too late, he thought to himself. As he was booked into jail at thepolice station, an overhead television announced the murder of TimAnderson. To his surprise, several officers applauded Tim's murder,apparently not realizing that Jill's actual murderer was even then andthere being booked for the crime!Tracy spent the night in jail -- probably as. "They were barely out of Eadul's compound when horns and a bell sounded the alarm. Asa led them towards the edge of the awakening town at a run, but they had to stop and look for cover when torches came their way carried by men on horseback."Quick, stand over here."She positioned the six of them against a wall where they surely would be seen in the torchlight as the riders passed by. She then said some mystical words, and blackness enveloped them. The moon and stars were blotted out as well as.