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     The boy obediently froze in his tracks. His reflexes were good-- he had
faces  crawled  across his consciousness again like  pictures on  a  screen.

he thought. How am I going to crawl with it? A mile on all fours. All right,
seemingly perfectly  smooth  and perpendicular. The near end  was marked  by
other on the rusty rails.  Redrick unbuttoned  a flap and took out a package

embankment there was  a  mosquito  mange,  or  maybe it  extended  along the
     He did not remember when it all ended. He understood only that he could
     They were up to their waists in fog,  and then up to their necks. A few
     He looked  at Arthur. Arthur  was washing up, moaning as he touched the

off  his work clothes and tossed  them to his mother,  pulled off his  huge,
     Now they  were  moving parallel to  the  embankment. Every step brought
