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But Duddits groaned。 His eyes opened； and looking into them brought Henry all the way back to this snowy dead…end road。 Duddits's eyes were red and bloody zeroes； the eyes of a sibyl。
'Ooby！' Duddits cried。 His hands rose and made a weak aiming gesture； as if he held a rifle。 'Ooby…Doo！ Ot…sum urk…ooo do now！' From somewhere up ahead in the woods； two rifle shots came in answer。 A pause； then a third one。
'Dud？' Henry whispered。 'Duddits？'
Duddits saw him。 Even through his bloody eyes； Duddits saw him。 Henry more than felt this； for a moment he actually saw himself through Duddits's eyes。 It was like looking into a magic mirror。 He saw the Henry who had been： a kid looking out at the world through horn…rimmed glasses that were too big for his face and always sliding down to the end of his nose。 He felt Duddits's love for him； a simple and unplicated emotion untinctured by doubt or selfishness or even gratitude； Henry took Duddits in his arms； and when he felt the lightness of his old friend's body； Henry began to cry。
'You were the lucky one； buddy；' he said； and wished Beaver were here。 Beaver could have done what Henry could not； Beav could have sung Duddits to sleep。 'You were always the lucky one； that's what I think。'
'Ennie；' Duddits said； and touched Henry's cheek with one hand。 He was smiling； and his final words were perfectly clear。 'I love you； Ennie。'
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Two shots rang out up ahead … carbine whipcracks。 Not far up ahead； either。 Kurtz stopped。 Freddy was about twenty feet ahead of him； standing by a sign Kurtz could just make Out： ABSOLUTELY NO FISHING FROM SHAFT HOUSE。
A third shot； then silence。
'Boss？' Freddy murmured。 'Some kind of building up ahead。' 'Can you see anyone？'
Freddy shook his head。
Kurtz joined him； amused even at this point at the slight jump Freddy gave when Kurtz put his hand on Freddy's shoulder。 And he was right to jump。 If Abe Kurtz survived the next fifteen or twenty minutes； he intended to go forward alone into whatever brave new world there might be。 No one to slow him down； no witnesses to this final guerrilla action。 And while he might suspect； Freddy couldn't know for sure。 Too bad the telepathy was gone。 Too bad for Freddy。
'Sounds like Owen found someone else to kill。' Kurtz spoke low into Freddy's ear； which still sported a few curls of the Ripley； now white and dead。
'Do we go get him？'
'Goodness； no；' Kurtz replied。 'Perish the thought。 I believe the time has e … regrettably； it es in almost every life … when we must step off the path； buck。 Mingle with the trees。 See who stays and who es back。 If anyone does。 We'll give it ten minutes； shall we？ I think ten minutes should be more than enough。'
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The words which filled Owen Underhill's mind were nonsensical but unmistakable： Scooby！ Scooby…Doo！ Got some work to do now！
The carbine came up。 He wasn't the one who did it； but when the force lifting the rifle left him； Owen was able to take over smoothly。 He flicked the auto's selector…switch to single…shot fire； sighted； and squeezed the trigger twice。 The first round missed； hitting the concrete in front of the weasel and ricocheting。 Chips of concrete flew。 The thing pulled back； turned； saw him； and bared its mouthful of needle teeth。
'That's right； beautiful；' Owen said。 'Smile for the camera。'
His second shot went right through the weasel's humorless grin。 It tumbled backward； struck the wall of the shaft house； then fell to the concrete。 Yet even with its rudiment of a head blown off； its instincts remained。 It began to crawl slowly forward again。 Owen aimed； and as he centered the sight； he thought of the Rapeloews； Dick and Irene。 Nice people。 Good neighbors。 If you needed a cup of sugar or a pint of milk （or a shoulder to cry on； for that matter）； you could always go next door and get fixed up。 7hey said it was a stroke！ Mr Rapeloew had called； only Owen had thought he was saying stork。 Kids got everything wrong。
So this was for the Rapeloews。 And for the kid who had kept getting it wrong。
Owen fired a third time。 This slug caught the byrum amidships and tore it in two。 The ragged pieces twitched 。 。 。 twitched 。 。 。 lay still。
With that done； Owen swung his carbine in a short arc。 This time he settled the sight on the middle of Gary Jones's forehead。
Jonesy looked unblinkingly back at him。 Owen was tired almost to death； that was what it felt like … but this guy looked far past even that point。 Jonesy raised his empty hands。
'You have no reason to believe this；' he said； 'but Mr Gray is dead。 I cut his throat while Henry held a pillow over his face … it was right out of The Godfather。'
'Really；' Owen said。 There was no inflection in his voice whatsoever。 'And where； exactly； did you perform this execution？'
'In a Massachusetts General Hospital of the mind；' Jonesy said。 He then uttered the most joyless laugh Owen had ever heard in his life。 'One where deer roam the halls and the only TV program is an old movie called Sympathy for the Devil。'
Owen jerked a little at that。
'Shoot me if you have to； soldier。 I saved the world … with a little ninth…inning relief help from you； I freely admit。 You might as well pay me for the service in the traditional manner。 Also； the bastard broke my hip again。 A little going…away present from the little man who wasn't there。 The pain is 。 。 。 ' Jonesy bared his teeth。 'It's very large。'
Owen held the gun where it was a moment longer； then lowered it。 'You can live with it；' he said。
Jonesy fell backward on the points of his elbows； groaned； turned his weight as well as he could on to his unhurt side。 'Duddits is dead。 He was worth both of us put together … more … and he's dead。' He covered his eyes for a moment； then dropped his arm。 'Man； what a fuckarow this is。 That's what Beaver would have called it； a total fuckarow。 That is opposed to a fuckaree； you understand； which in Beaver…ese means a particularly fine time； possibly but not necessarily of a sexual nature。'
Owen had no idea what the man was talking about； likely he was delirious。 'Duddits may be dead； but Henry's not。 There are some people after us； Jonesy。 Bad people。 Do you hear them？ Know where they are？'
Lying on the cold； leaf…littered floor； Jonesy shook his head。 'I'm back to the standard five senses； I'm afraid。 ESP's all gone。 The Greeks may e bearing gifts； but they're Indian givers。' He laughed。' Jesus； I could lose my job for a crack like that。 Sure you don't want to just shoot me？'
Owen paid no more attention to this than he had to the semantical differences between fuckarow and fuckaree。 Kurtz was ing； that was the problem he had to deal with now。 He hadn't heard him arrive； but he might not have done。 The snow was falling heavily enough to damp all but loud sounds。 Gunshots； for instance。
'I have to go back to the road；' he said。 'You hang in there。'
'What choice？' Jonesy asked； and closed his eyes。 'Man； I wish I could go back to my nice warm office。 I never thought I'd say that； but there it is。'
Owen turned and went back down the steps； slipping and sliding but managing to keep his