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〃That position surface will be hot by noon；〃 McVries said abruptly。 〃I'm going to stick to the shoulder。 〃
Garraty nodded。 McVries looked at him thoughtfully。
〃What do you weigh？〃
〃Hundred and sixty。〃
〃I'm one…sixty…seven。 They say the heavier guys get tired quicker； but I think I'm in pretty good shape。〃
To Garraty； Peter McVries looked rather more than that…he looked awesomely fit。 He wondered who they were that said the heavier guys got tired quicker； almost asked； and decided not to。 The Walk was one of those things that existed on apocrypha； talismans； legend。
McVries sat down in the shade near a couple of other boys； and after a moment； Garraty sat beside him。 McVries seemed to have dismissed him entirely。 Garraty looked at his watch。 It was five after eight。 Fifty…five minutes to go。 Impatience and anticipation came back； and he did his best to squash them； telling himself to enjoy sitting while he could。
All of the boys were sitting。 Sitting in groups and sitting alone； one boy had climbed onto the lowest branch of a pine overlooking the road and was eating what looked like a jelly sandwich。 He was skinny and blond； wearing purple pants and a blue chambray shirt under an old green zip sweater with holes in the elbows。 Garraty wondered if the skinny ones would last or burn out quickly。
The boys he and McVries had sat down next to were talking。
〃I'm not hurrying；〃 one of them said。 〃Why should I？ If I get warned； so what？ You just adjust； that's all。 Adjustment is the key word here。 Remember where you heard that first。 〃
He looked around and discovered Garraty and McVries。
〃More lambs to the slaughter。 Hank Olson's the name。 Walking is my game。〃 He said this with no trace of a smile at all。
Garraty offered his own name。 McVries spoke his own absently； still looking off toward the road。
〃I'm Art Baker；〃 the other said quietly。 He spoke with a very slight Southern accent。 The four of them shook hands all around。
There was a moment's silence； and McVries said； 〃Kind of scary； isn't it？〃
They all nodded except Hank Olson； who shrugged and grinned。 Garraty watched the boy in the pine tree finish his sandwich； ball up the waxed paper it had been in； and toss it onto the soft shoulder。 He'll burn out early； he decided。 That made him feel a little better。
〃You see that spot right by the marker post？〃 Olson said suddenly。
They all looked。 The breeze made moving shadow…patterns across the road。 Garraty didn't know if he saw anything or not。
〃That's from the Long Walk the year before last；〃 Olson said with grim satisfaction。 〃Kid was so scared he just froze up at nine o'clock。〃
They considered the horror of it silently。
〃Just couldn't move。 He took his three warnings and then at 9：02 AM they gave him his ticket。 Right there by the starting post。 〃
Garraty wondered if his own legs would freeze。 He didn't think so； but it was a thing you wouldn't know for sure until the time came； and it was a terrible thought。 He wondered why Hank Olson wanted to bring up such a terrible thing。
Suddenly Art Baker sat up straight。 〃Here he es。 〃
A dun…colored jeep drove up to the stone marker and stopped。 It was followed by a strange； tread…equipped vehicle that moved much more slowly。 There were toy…sized radar dishes mounted on the front and back of this halftrack。 Two soldiers lounged on its upper deck； and Garraty felt a chill in his belly when he looked at them。 They were carrying army…type heavy…caliber carbine rifles。
Some of the boys got up； but Garraty did not。 Neither did Olson or Baker； and after his initial look； McVries seemed to have fallen back into his own thoughts。 The skinny kid in the pine tree was swinging his feet idly。
The Major got out of the jeep。 He was a tall； straight man with a deep desert tan that went well with his simple khakis。 A pistol was strapped to his Sam Browne belt； and he was wearing reflector sunglasses。 It was rumored that the Major's eyes were extremely light…sensitive； and he was never seen in public without his sunglasses。
〃Sit down； boys；〃 he said。 〃Keep Hint Thirteen in mind。〃 Hint Thirteen was 〃Conserve energy whenever possible。〃
Those who had stood sat down。 Garraty looked at his watch again。 It said 8：16； and he decided it was a minute fast。 The Major always showed up on time。 He thought momentarily of setting it back a minute and then forgot it。
〃I'm not going to make a speech；〃 the Major said； sweeping them with the blank lenses that covered his eyes。 〃I give my congratulations to the winner among your number； and my acknowledgments of valor to the losers。 〃
He turned to the back of the jeep。 There was a living silence。 Garraty breathed deep of the spring air。 It would be warm。 A good day to walk。
The Major turned back to them。 He was holding a clipboard。 〃When I call your name； please step forward and take your number。 Then go back to your place until it is time to begin。 Do this smartly； please。〃
〃You're in the army now；〃 Olson whispered with a grin； but Garraty ignored it。 You couldn't help admiring the Major。 Garraty's father； before the Squads took him away； had been fond of calling the Major the rarest and most dangerous monster any nation can produce； a society…supported sociopath。 But he had never seen the Major in person。
〃Aaronson。 〃
A short； chunky farmboy with a sunburned neck gargled forward； obviously awed by the Major's presence； and took his large plastic 1。 He fixed it to his shirt by the pressure strip and the Major clapped him on the back。
〃Abraham。 〃
A tall boy with reddish hair in jeans and a T…shirt。 His jacket was tied about his waist schoolboy style and flapped wildly around his knees。 Olson sniggered。
〃Baker； Arthur。〃
〃That's me；〃 Baker said； and got to his feet。 He moved with deceptive leisure； and he made Garraty nervous。 Baker was going to be tough。 Baker was going to last a long time。
Baker came back。 He had pressed his number 3 onto the right breast of his shirt。
〃Did he say anything to you？〃 Garraty asked。
〃He asked me if it was mencing to e off hot down home；〃 Baker said shyly。 〃Yeah； he 。 。 。 the Major talked to me。〃
〃Not as hot as it's gonna mence getting up here；〃 Olson cracked。
〃Baker； James；〃 the Major said。
It went on until 8：40； and it came out right。 No one had ducked out。 Back in the parking lot； engines started and a number of cars began pulling out…boys from the backup list who would now go home and watch the Long Walk coverage on TV。 It's on； Garraty thought； it's really on。
When his turn came； the Major gave him number47 and told him 〃Good luck。 〃 Up close he smelled very masculine and somehow overpowering。 Garraty had an almost insatiable urge to touch the man's leg and make sure he was real。
Peter McVries was 61。 Hank Olson was 70。 He was with the Major longer than the rest。 The Major laughed at something Olson said and clapped him on the back。
〃I told him to keep a lot of money on short call；〃 Olson said when he came back。 〃And he told me to give 'em hell。 Said he liked to see someone who was raring to rip。 Give 'em hell； boy； he said。〃
〃Pretty good；〃 McVries said； and then winked at Garraty。 Garraty wondered what M