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in bush just catching。 I beat them out； went on。
Down in a small hollow on the land side of the ridge some trees had grown almost normally； only their tops； sticking out over the lee of the line of small hills； leaned out from the sea； twisted by the wind。 I ran into the grassy hollow； into the moving pattern of shade provided by the slowly swaying leaves and branches。 There was a circle of stones around a blackened centre。 I looked around； saw a piece of flattened grass。 I stopped； calmed myself； looked around again； at the trees and the grass and the ferns； but could see nothing else。 I went to the stones； felt them and the ashes in their circle。 They were hot； too hot to keep my hands on them； though they were in shade。 I could smell petrol。
I climbed out of the hollow and up a tree； steadied myself and slowly inspected the whole area； using my binoculars when I had to。 Nothing。
I climbed down； stood for a second； then took a deep breath and ran down the sea…facing side of the hills； heading across diagonally to where I knew the animal had been。 I changed course once； to beat out another small fire。 I surprised a cropping sheep； jumped right over it as it startled and bounced away； baaing。
The dog lay in the stream leading out of the marsh。 It was still alive； but most of its black coat was gone； and the skin underneath was livid and seeping。 It quivered in the water； making me shiver； too。 I stood on the bank and looked at it。 It could only see with one unburned eye as it raised its shaking head out of the water。 In the little pool around it floated bits of clotted； half…burned fur。 I caught a hint of the smell of burned meat； and felt a weight settle in my neck； just below my Adam's apple。
I took out my bag of steelies； brought one to the sling of the catapult as I unhooked it from my belt； stretched my arms out； one hand by my face； where it was wetted by sweat； then released。
The dog's head jerked out of the water； splashing down then up； sending the animal away from me； and over on one side。 It floated downstream a little； then bumped； caught by the bank。 Some blood flowed from the hole where that one eye had been。 'Frank'll get you；' I whispered。
I dragged the dog out and dug a hole in the peaty ground upstream with my knife； gagging now and again on the smell of the corpse。 I buried the animal； looked round again； then； after judging the slightly stiffened breeze； walked away a bit and set fire to the grass。 The blaze swept over the last bits of the dog's fiery trail； and over its grave。 It stopped at the stream； where I had thought it would； and I stamped out a few patches of stray fire on the far bank； where a couple of embers had blown。
When it was over； and the dog buried； I turned for home and ran。
I got back to the house without incident； downed two pints of water； and tried to relax in a cool bath with a carton of orange juice balanced on the side。 I was still shaking； and spent a time washing the smell of burning out of my hair。 Vegetarian cooking smells came up from the kitchen； where my father was preparing a meal。
I was sure I had almost seen my brother。 That wasn't where he was camped； I decided； but he had been there； and I had just missed him。 In a way I was relieved； and that was difficult to accept； but it was the truth。
I sank back； let the water wash over me。
I came down to the kitchen with my dressing…gown on。 My father was sitting at the table with a vest and shorts on； elbows on the table； staring at the Inverness Courier。 I put the carton of orange juice back in the fridge and lifted the lid of the pot where a curry was cooling。 Bowls of salad to acpany it lay on the table。 My father turned the pages of the paper； ignoring me。
'Hot； isn't it？' I said； for want of anything else。
'Hnnh。'
I sat down at the other end of the table。 My father turned another page； head down。 I cleared my throat。
'There was a fire； down by the new house。 I saw it。 I went and put it out；' I said； to cover myself。
'It's the weather for it；' my father said； without looking up。 I nodded to myself； scratching my crotch quietly through the towelling of the dressing…gown。
'I saw from the forecast it's supposed to break tomorrow late sometime。' I shrugged。 'So they said。'
'Well； we'll see；' my father said； turning the paper back to the front page as he got up to have a look at the curry。 I nodded to myself again； toying with the end of the belt of the dressing…gown； looking casually at the paper。 My father bent to sniff the mixture in the pot。 I stared。
I looked at him； got up； went round to the chair he had been sitting in； stood as though I was looking out of the door； but in fact with my eyes slanted towards the paper。 MYSTERY BLAZE IN HOLIDAY COTTAGE； said the bottom eighth of the front page on the left…hand side。 A holiday home just south of Inverness had gone up in flames shortly before the paper went to press。 The police were still investigating。
I went back to the other end of the table； sat down。
We eventually had the curry and the salad； and I started sweating again。 I used to think that I was weird because I found that the morning after I had eaten a curry my armpits smelled of the stuff； but I have since found that Jamie has experienced the same effect； so I don't feel so bad。 I ate the curry and had a banana and some yoghurt along with it； but it was still too hot； and my father； who has always had a rather masochistic approach to the dish； left almost half of his。
I was still in my dressing…gown； sitting watching the television in the lounge； when the phone went。 I started for the door； but heard my father go from his study to answe！ it； so I stayed by the door to listen。 I couldn't hear much； but then footsteps came down the stairs and I ran back to my chair； flopped into it and put my head over on one side； eyes closed and mouth open。 My father opened the door。
'Frank。 It's for you。'
'H'm？' I said slowly； opening my eyes gummily； looking at the television； then getting up a little unsteadily。 My father left the door open for me and retreated to his study。 I went to the phone。
'M'm？ Hello？'
''allah…oh； zet Frenk？' said a very English voice。
'Yes； hello？' I said； puzzled。
'Heh…heh； Frankie boy！' Eric shouted。 'Well； here I am； in your thorax of the woods and still eating the old hot dogs！ Ho ho！ So how are ye； me young bucko？ Stars going OK for you； are they？ What sign are you； anyway ？ I forget。'
'Canis。'
'Woof！ Really？'
'Yeah。 What sign are you？' I asked； dutifully following one of Eric's old routines。
'Cancer！ ' came the screamed reply。
'Benign or malignant？' I said tiredly。
'Malignant！' Eric screeched。 'I've got crabs at the moment！'
I took my ear away from the plastic while Eric guffawed。 'Listen； Eric…' I began。
'How're ye doin'？ How's things？ Howzithingin'？ Are you well？ Howzitgon？ Andyerself？