The brown hood turned toward the orange and whispered something inaudible.
The hood turns as if he shakes his head.
The great figure atop the bull stared down at him, then the hood turned slowly, surveying the hilltop.
Five white hoods turned to regard him, and he finished in a weaker tone.
The hood turned back towards him and said, We are nothing.
In this light the truck's hood, which had been bright orange, had turned a deep blue.
All the hoods turned to face him, eerily expectant.
The red hood turned so that only Albert could see into its depths.
The hood was still twisting and turning as Swain rolled suddenly.
That was why Finn's hoods had not turned Hamilton inside out in a frantic search for him.
