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〃I'm John Carter；〃 Olson said。 〃My home is Barsoom； Mars。〃
Barkovitch curled his lip in contempt and dropped back。
〃There's one cuckoo in every clock； I guess；〃 Olson said。
But Garraty thought Barkovitch was thinking pretty clearly…at least until one of the guards called out 〃Warning！ Warning 5！〃 about five minutes later。
〃I've got a stone in my shoe！〃 Barkovitch said waspishly。
The soldier didn't reply。 He dropped off the halftrack and stood on the shoulder of the road opposite Barkovitch。 In his hand he held a stainless steel chronometer just like the Major's。 Barkovitch stopped pletely and took off his shoe。 He shook a tiny pebble out of it。 Dark； intense； his olive…sallow face shiny with sweat； he paid no attention when the soldier called out； 〃Second warning； 5。 〃 Instead； he smoothed his sock carefully over the arch of his foot。
〃Oh…oh；〃 Olson said。 They had all turned around and were walking backward。
Stebbins； still at the tag end； walked past Barkovitch without looking at him。 Now Barkovitch was all alone； slightly to the right of the white line； retying his shoe。
〃Third warning； 5。 Final warning。〃
There was something in Garraty's belly that felt like a sticky ball of mucus。 He didn't want to look； but he couldn't look away。 He wasn't conserving energy whenever possible by walking backward； but he couldn't help that； either。 He could almost feel Barkovitch's seconds shriveling away to nothing。
〃Oh； boy；〃 Olson said。 〃That dumb shit； he's gonna get his ticket。〃
But then Barkovitch was up。 He paused to brush some road dirt from the knees of his pants。 Then he broke into a trot； caught up with the group； and settled back into his walking pace。 He passed Stebbins； who still didn't look at him； and caught up with Olson。
He grinned； brown eyes glittering。 〃See？ I just got myself a rest。 It's all in my Plan。 〃
〃Maybe you think so；〃 Olson said； his voice higher than usual。 〃All I see that you got is three warnings。 For your lousy minute and a half you got to walk three 。 。 。 fucking 。 。 。 hours。 And why in hell did you need a rest？ We just started； for Chrissake！〃
Barkovitch looked insulted。 His eyes burned at Olson。 〃We'll see who gets his ticket first； you or me；〃 he said。 〃It's all in my Plan。〃
〃Your Plan and the stuff that es out of my asshole bear a suspicious resemblance to each other；〃 Olson said； and Baker chuckled。
With a snort； Barkovitch strode past them。
Olson couldn't resist a parting shot。 〃Just don't stumble； buddy。 They don't warn you again。 They just 。 。 。 〃
Barkovitch didn't even look back and Olson gave up； disgusted。
At thirteen past nine by Garraty's watch （he had taken the trouble to set it back the one minute）； the Major's jeep breasted the hill they had just started down。 He came past them on the shoulder opposite the pacing halftrack and raised a battery…powered loudhailer to his lips。
〃I'm pleased to announce that you have finished the first mile of your journey； boys。 I'd also like to remind you that the longest distance a full plement of Walkers has ever covered is seven and three…quarters miles。 I'm hoping you'll better that。 〃
The jeep spurted ahead。 Olson appeared to be considering this news with startled； even fearful； wonder。 Not even eight miles； Garraty thought。 It wasn't nearly as far as he would have guessed。 He hadn't expected anyone…not even Stebbins to get a ticket until late afternoon at least。 He thought of Barkovitch。 All he had to do was fall below speed once in the next hour。
〃Ray？〃 It was Art Baker。 He had taken off his coat and slung it over one arm。 〃Any particular reason you came on the Long Walk？〃
Garraty unclipped his canteen and had a quick swallow of water。 It was cool and good。 It left beads of moisture on his upper lip and he licked them off。 It was good； good to feel things like that。
〃I don't really know；〃 he said truthfully。
〃Me either。 〃 Baker thought for a moment。 〃Did you go out for track or anything？ In school？〃
〃Me either。 But I guess it don't matter； does it？ Not now。〃
〃No； not now；〃 Garraty asked。
Conversation lulled。 They passed through a small village with a country store and a gas station。 Two old men sat on folding lawn…chairs outside the gas station； watching them with hooded and reptilian old men's eyes。 On the steps of the country store； a young woman held up her tiny son so he could see them。 And a couple of older kids； around twelve； Garraty judged； watched them out of sight wistfully。
Some of the boys began to speculate about how much ground they had covered。 The word came back that a second pacer halftrack had been dispatched to cover the half a dozen boys in the vanguard 。 。 。 they were now pletely out of sight。 Someone said they were doing seven miles an hour。 Someone else said it was ten。 Someone told them authoritatively that a guy up ahead was flagging and had been warned twice。 Garraty wondered why they weren't catching up to him if that was true。
Olson finished the Waifa chocolate bar he had started back at the border and drank some water。 Some of the others were also eating； but Garraty decided to wait until he was really hungry。 He had heard the concentrates were quite good。 The astronauts got them when they went into space。
A little after ten o'clock； they passed a sign that said LIMESTONE 10 MI。 Garraty thought about the only Long Walk his father had ever let him go to。 They went to Freeport and watched them walk through。 His mother had been with them。 The Walkers were tired and hollow…eyed and barely conscious of the cheering and the waving signs and the constant hoorah as people cheered on their favorites and those on whom they had wagered。 His father told him later that day that people lined the roads from Bangor on。 Up…country it wasn't so interesting； and the road was strictly cordoned off…maybe so they could concentrate on being calm； as Barkovitch had said。 But as time passed； it got better； of course。
When the Walkers passed through Freeport that year they had been on the road over seventy…two hours。 Garraty had been ten and overwhelmed by everything。 The Major had made a speech to the crowd while the boys were still five miles out of town。 He began with petition； progressed to Patriotism； and finished with something called the Gross National Product…Gar racy had laughed at that； because to him gross meant something nasty； like boogers。 He had eaten six hotdogs and when he finally saw the Walkers ing he had wet his pants。
One boy had been screaming。 That was his most vivid memory。 Every time he put his foot down he had screamed： I can't。 I CAN'T。 I can't。 I CAN'T。 But he went on walking。 They all did； and pretty soon the last of them had gone past L。 L。 Bean's on U。S。 1 and out of sight。 Garraty had been mildly disappointed at not seeing anyone get a ticket。 They had never gone to another Long Walk。 Later that night Garraty had heard his father shouting thickly at someone into the telephone； the way he did when he was being drunk or political； and his mother in the background； her conspiratorial whisper； begging him to stop； please stop； before someone picked up the party line。
Garraty drank some more water and wondered how Barkovitch