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He felt behind him for his pursuers and got nothing clear； only a sense of approach。 Two groups of them； and the one that was closer had Duddits。 Mr Gray feared Duddits； sensed that he was the one most responsible for how absurdly； infuriatingly difficult this job had bee。 If he could stay ahead of Duddits； all would end well。 It would help to know how close Duddits was； but they were blocking him … Duddits； Jonesy； and the one called Henry。 The three of them together made a force Mr Gray had never encountered before； and he was afraid。
'But I'm still enough ahead；' he told Jonesy； getting out。 He slipped； uttered a Beaver…curse； then slammed the door shut。 It was snowing again； great white flakes that filled the air like confetti and splashed against Jonesy's cheeks。 Mr Gray slogged around the back of the car； boots sliding and smooching in the mud。 He paused for a moment to examine the corrugated silver back of the pipe rising from the bottom of the ditch which had trapped his car （he had also fallen victim in some degree to his host's mostly useless but infernally sticky curiosity）； then went on around to the passenger door。 'I'm going to beat your asshole friends quite handily。'
No answer to this goad； but he sensed Jonesy just as he sensed the others； Jonesy silent but still the bone in his throat。
Never mind him。 Fuck him。 The dog was the problem。 The byrum was poised to e out。 How to transport the dog？
Back into Jonesy's storage vault。 For a moment there was nothing 。 。 。 and then an image from 'Sunday School'； where Jonesy had gone as a child to learn about 'God' and 'God's only begotten son'； who appeared to be a byrum； creator of a byrus culture which Jonesy's mind identified simultaneously as 'Christianity' and 'bullshit'。 The image was very clear； from a book called 'the Holy Bible'。 It showed 'God's only begotten son' carrying a lamb … wearing it； almost。 The lamb's front legs hung over one side of 'begotten son's' chest； its rear legs over the other。
It would do。
Mr Gray pulled out the sleeping dog and draped it around his neck。 It was heavy already … Jonesy's muscles were stupidly； infuriatingly weak … and it would be much worse by the time he got where he was going 。 。 。 but he would get there。
He set off up East Street through the thickening snow； wearing the sleeping border collie like a fur stole。
2
The new snow was extremely slippery； and once they were on Route 32； Freddy was forced to drop his speed back to forty。 Kurtz felt like howling with frustration。 Worse； Perlmutter was slipping away from him； into something like a semi…a。 And this at a time； goddam him； when he had suddenly been able to read the one Owen and his new friends were after； the one they called Mr Gray。
'He's too busy to hide；' Pearly said。 He spoke dreamily； like someone on the edge of sleep。 'He's afraid。 I don't know about Underhill； boss； but Jonesy 。 。 。 Henry 。 。 。 Duddits 。 。 。 he's afraid of them。 And he's right to be afraid。 They killed Richie。'
'Who's Richie； buck？' Kurtz didn't give much of a squirt； but he wanted Perlmutter to stay awake。 He sensed they were ing to a place where he wouldn't need Perlmutter anymore； but for now he still did。
'Don't 。 。 。 know 。 。 。' The last word became a snore。 The Humvee skidded almost sideways。 Freddy cursed； fought the wheel； and managed to regain control just before the Hummer hit the ditch。 Kurtz took no notice。 He leaned over the seat and slapped Perlmutter on the side of the face； hard。 As he did so； they passed the store with the sign reading BEST BAIT； WHY WAIT？ in the window。
'Owwww！ Pearly' s eyes fluttered open。 The whites were now yellowish。 Kurtz cared about this no more than he cared about Richie。 'Dooon't； boss 。 。
'Where are they now？'
'The water；' Pearly said。 His voice was weak； that of a petulant invalid。 The belly under his coat was a distended； occasionally twitching mountain。 Ma Joad in her ninth month； God bless and keep us； Kurtz thought。 'The waaaa 。 。 。'
His eyes closed again。 Kurtz drew his hand back to slap。
'Let him sleep；' Freddy said。
Kurtz looked at him； eyebrows raised。
'It's got to be the Reservoir he means。 And if it is； we don't need him anymore。' He pointed through the windshield at the tracks of the few cars that had been out this afternoon ahead of them on Route 32。 They were black and stark against the fall of fresh white snow。 'There won't be anyone up there today but us； boss。 Just us。'
'Praise God。' Kurtz sat back； picked his nine…millimeter up off the seat； looked at it； and put it back in its holster。 'Tell me something； Freddy。'
'I will if I can。'
'When this is over； how does Mexico sound to you？'
'Good。 As long as we don't drink the water。'
Kurtz burst out laughing and patted Freddy on the shoulder。 Beside Freddy； Archie Perlmutter slipped deeper into a。 Inside his lower intestine； in that rich dump of discarded food and worn…out dead cells； something for the first time opened its black eyes。
3
Two stone posts marked the entrance to the vast acreage surrounding the Quabbin Reservoir。 Beyond them； the road closed down to what was essentially a single lane； and Henry had a sense of having e full circle。 It wasn't Massachusetts； but Maine； and although the sign said Quabbin Access； it was really the Deep Cut Road all over again； He actually found himself looking up at the leaden sky； half…expecting to see the dancing lights。 What he saw instead was a bald eagle； soaring almost close enough to touch。 It landed on the lower branch of a pine tree and watched them go by。
Duddits raised his head from where it had lain against the cool glass and said； 'Isser Ay walkin now。'
Henry's heart leaped。 'Owen； did you hear？'
'I heard；' Owen said； and pressed the Humvee a little harder。 The wet snow beneath them was as treacherous as ice； and with the state roads behind them； there was now only a single set of tracks leading north toward the Reservoir。
We'll be leaving our own set； Henry thought。 If Kurtz gets this far； he won't need telepathy。
Duddits groaned； clutched his middle； and shivered all over。 'Ennie； I sick。 Duddits sick。'
Henry brushed Duddits's hairless brow； not liking the heat of the skin。 What came next？ Seizures； probably。 A big one might take Duds off in a hurry； given his weakened condition； and God knew that might be a mercy。 The best thing。 Still； it hurt to think of it。 Henry Devlin； the potential suicide。 And instead of him； the darkness had swallowed his friends； one by one。
'You hang in there； Duds。 Almost done now。' But he had an idea the toughest part might still be ahead。
Duddits's eyes opened again。 'Isser Ay … ot tuck。'
'What？' Owen asked。 'I didn't get that one。'
'He says Mr Gray got stuck；' Henry said； still brushing Duddit's brow。 Wishing there was hair to brush； and remembering when there had been。 Duddits's fine blond hair。 His crying had hurt them； had chopped into their heads like a dull blade； but how happy his laughter had made them … you heard Duddits Cavell laugh and for a little while you believed the old lies again： that life was good； that