（外文电子版资料）Stephen King - Skeleton Crew 2.0.pdf

The Raft by Stephen King It was forty miles from Horlicks University in Pittsburgh to Cascade Lake, and although dark comes early to that part of the world in October and although they didnt get going until six oclock, there was still a little light in the sky when they got there. They had come in Dekes Camaro. Deke didnt waste any time when he was sober. After a couple of beers, he made that Camero walk and talk. He had hardly brought the car to a stop at the pole fence between the parking lot and the beach before he was out and pulling off his shirt. His eyes were scanning the water for the raft. Randy got out of the shotgun seat, a little reluctantly. This had been his idea, true enough, but he had never expected Deke to take it seriously. The girls were moving around in the back seat, getting ready to get out. Dekes eyes scanned the water restlessly, side to side (snipers eyes, Randy thought uncomfortably), and then fixed on a point. Its there! he shouted, slapping the hood of the Camero. Just like you said, Randy! Hot damn! Last one ins a rotten egg- Deke -- Randy began, resetting his glasses on his nose, but that was all he bothered with, because Deke was vaulting the fence and running down the beach, not looking back at Randy or Rachel or LaVerne, only looking out at the raft, which was anchored about fifty yards out on the lake. Randy looked around, as