Chapter 16
'Are you positive that we don't know you?"
'No.'
'So you are not positive that we don't know you.'
'Yes.'
The three rangers looked baffled. Will decide to help them guess who he was. He called out to his dog on the other side of the clearing.
'Ebony.' Barking with excitement the dog came at his call.'
Halts eyes flashed and he now sat back to see who would recognise Will next.
Gilan was looking at him with half recognition in his eyes.
A pebble dropped and his eyes cleared. Satisfied that he now knew who it was he looked over to Halt, who put a finger over his lips. As if he was saying, I know, you know, but no one else does. Keep silent. Gilan nodded.
Crowley himself looked at the silent conversation in frustration. They knew and he didn't! He was starting to hate this game.
'Tell me!' he said to Halt.
'Nope. I thought that you knew every ranger and their talents, though I hardly call this a talent. You were bragging about it only the other day if I remember correctly.'
Crowley quickly went through some of those evil documents in his head. A list of who had done recent missions and if they were back yet.
Not seceding in that task he went to the horse. It was a ranger's horse for certain.
After a while Crowley gave up on that as well. He frowned in frustration as one by one all the rangers recognised who it was. All but him that was.
Will looked back behind him too find a log and sat on it. This was going to take a while he figured.
Halt, getting sick and tiered of Crowley's feeble attempt at remembering who Will was, walked over and sat next to the object of remembrance.
The other rangers did what they did best and poked fun at the commander, who, they said was getting old and losing his memory!
'No.'
'So you are not positive that we don't know you.'
'Yes.'
The three rangers looked baffled. Will decide to help them guess who he was. He called out to his dog on the other side of the clearing.
'Ebony.' Barking with excitement the dog came at his call.'
Halts eyes flashed and he now sat back to see who would recognise Will next.
Gilan was looking at him with half recognition in his eyes.
A pebble dropped and his eyes cleared. Satisfied that he now knew who it was he looked over to Halt, who put a finger over his lips. As if he was saying, I know, you know, but no one else does. Keep silent. Gilan nodded.
Crowley himself looked at the silent conversation in frustration. They knew and he didn't! He was starting to hate this game.
'Tell me!' he said to Halt.
'Nope. I thought that you knew every ranger and their talents, though I hardly call this a talent. You were bragging about it only the other day if I remember correctly.'
Crowley quickly went through some of those evil documents in his head. A list of who had done recent missions and if they were back yet.
Not seceding in that task he went to the horse. It was a ranger's horse for certain.
After a while Crowley gave up on that as well. He frowned in frustration as one by one all the rangers recognised who it was. All but him that was.
Will looked back behind him too find a log and sat on it. This was going to take a while he figured.
Halt, getting sick and tiered of Crowley's feeble attempt at remembering who Will was, walked over and sat next to the object of remembrance.
The other rangers did what they did best and poked fun at the commander, who, they said was getting old and losing his memory!