“There are two chains that would normally be pulled to raise the gate,” he explained. “Since we cannot reach them, I am making their links heavi...r, as though a great weight were being attached to each one.”He could see the metal links in his mind’s eye, their mass increasing as his magic did its work, the gate slowly rising from the ground as they grew heavy enough to counterbalance it. The sound of screeching metal filled the murder hole as the obstacle began to rise, sliding along grooves in. ." she hesitated and her eyes widened. "It's him," she whispered.I glanced where she was staring and saw a well-fed man in a buff coat and tri-cornered hat. He was with two other men, both Continental officers in short wigs and dress uniforms."What's his name?" George," she said, "George Morgan." I think you will get your wish," I said. "Is there a pier behind this place?"She nodded and smiled. "I'll wait there."I walked toward the table, stopped behind my quarry, put a hand on his shoulder and. The performance was ... adequate. Nothing to compare to the great opera houses of London and Paris, of course, but acceptable nevertheless. He joined the cattle when they stood to applaud the performers after the curtain closed, but he had already put the show from his mind. Now his eyes searched among the crowd, seeking an insurance policy against the coming violence. A mere two rows back, he found what he sought.He followed the couple as they left the theater, laughing happily and reliving. Once he got close to the source of the shot, he dismounted and drew his gun. Ann saw where Billy was, so she knew not to shoot in that direction. Billy dodged from tree to tree until he came upon a boy lying on the ground with a bullet through his neck. If he had been as tall as a grown man, Ann's bullet would had penetrated his chest at about his heart, so Ann had judged well about where to place her bullet. The boy was quite dead, so there was no way to find out why he had been shooting.Billy.