Task Force 15 TASK FORCE Still linked by the rope after the manner of mountain climbers the three made their way up the broken wall. As Quinn felt for hand- and foot-holds he was glad that he could not see what lay ahead. It was a long, long time before he pulled himself out on a ledge or platform and crouched there panting. “We're here — But where's here?” a voice asked out of the dark. “The tower should be straight ahead. The courtyard gate is to our right,” Quinn answered. Then Joris thrust damp clothing into his hands, and he pulled it on. Slacks and jersey were clammy against his wet skin, and he was shivering uncontrollably by the time he was dressed. The drizzle had thinned to a mist which bit to one's very bones. “Now — that's all we need!” The catastrophe Kane pointed out was overhead. Clouds cleared perceptibly, and a shimmer of wan moonlight made them visible not only to each other but to any guard who had the sense to watch the walls. It was easy enough to locate the tower — that was the bulk which showed jagged teeth of broken masonry to the sky.
