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But of course it had hurt。 It had hurt before； in the worst； rupturing way； knowing there would be no more you but the universe would roll on just the same； unharmed and unhampered。
The word came back that they had made almost nine miles before Curley bought his ticket。 The Major was said to be as pleased as punch。 Garraty wondered how anyone could know where the hell the Major was。
He looked back suddenly； wanting to know what was being done with Curley's body； but they had already rounded another curve。 Curley was out of sight。
〃What have you got in that packsack？〃 Baker asked McVries suddenly。 He was making an effort to be strictly conversational； but his voice was high and reedy； near to cracking。
〃A fresh shirt；〃 McVries said。 〃And some raw hamburger。〃
〃Raw hamburger…〃 Olson made a sick face。
〃Good fast energy in raw hamburger；〃 McVries said。
〃You're off your trolley。 You'll puke all over the place。〃
McVries only smiled。
Garraty kind of wished he had brought some raw hamburger himself。 He didn't know about fast energy； but he liked raw hamburger。 It beat chocolate bars and concentrates。 Suddenly he thought of his cookies； but after Curley he wasn't very hungry。 After Curley； could he really have been thinking about eating raw hamburger？
The word that one of the Walkers had been ticketed out ran through the spectators； and for some reason they began to cheer even more loudly。 Thin applause crackled like popcorn。 Garraty wondered if it was embarrassing； being shot in front of people； and guessed by the time you got to that you probably didn't give a tin whistle。 Curley hadn't looked as if he gave a tin whistle； certainly。 Having to relieve yourself； though。 That would be bad。 Garraty decided not to think about that。
The hands on his watch now stood firmly straight up at noon。 They crossed a rusty iron bridge spanning a high； dry gorge； and on the other side was a sign reading： ENTERING LIMESTONE CITY LIMITS…WELE； LONG WALKERS！
Some of the boys cheered； but Garraty saved his breath。
The road widened and the Walkers spread across it fortably； the groups loosening up a little。 After all； Curley was three miles back now。
Garraty took out his cookies； and for a moment turned the foil package over in his hands。 He thought homesickly of his mother； then stuffed the feeling aside。
He would see Mom and Jan in Freeport。 That was a promise。 He ate a cookie and felt a little better。
〃You know something？〃 McVries said。
Garraty shook his head。 He took a swig from his canteen and waved at an elderly couple sitting beside the road with a small cardboard GARRATY sign。
〃I have no idea what I'll want if I do win this；〃 McVries said。 〃There's nothing that I really need。 I mean； I don't have a sick old mother sitting home or a father on a kidney machine； or anything。 I don't even have a little brother dying gamely of leukemia。〃 He laughed and unstrapped his canteen
〃You've got a point there；〃 Garraty agreed。
〃You mean I don't have a point there。 The whole thing is pointless。〃
〃You don't really mean that；〃 Garraty said confidently。 〃If you had it to do all over again…〃
〃Yeah； yeah； I'd still do it； but…'
〃Hey！〃 The boy ahead of them； Pearson； pointed。 〃Sidewalks！〃
They were finally ing into the town proper。 Handsome houses set back from the road looked down at them from the vantage of ascending green lawns。 The lawns were crowded with people； waving and cheering。 It seemed to Garraty that almost all of them were sitting down。 Sitting on the ground； on lawn chairs like the old men back at the gas station； sitting on picnic tables。 Even sitting on swings and porch gliders。 He felt a touch of jealous anger。
Go ahead and wave your asses off。 I'll be damned if I'll wave back anymore。 Hint 13。 Conserve energy whenever possible。
But finally he decided he was being foolish。 People might decide he was getting snotty。 He was； after all； 〃Maine's Own。 〃 He decided he would wave to all the people with GARRATY signs。 And to all the pretty girls。
Sidestreets and cross…streets moved steadily past。 Sycamore Street and Clark Avenue； Exchange Street and Juniper Lane。 They passed a corner grocery with a Narragansett beer sign in the window； and a five…and…dime plastered with pictures of the Major。
The sidewalks were lined with people； but thinly lined。 On the whole； Garraty was disappointed。 He knew the real crowds would e further down the line； but it was still something of a wet firecracker。 And poor old Curley had missed even this。
The Major's jeep suddenly spurted out of a sidestreet and began pacing the main group。 The vanguard was still some distance ahead。
A tremendous cheer went up。 The Major nodded and smiled and waved to the crowd。 Then he made a neat left…face and saluted the boys。 Garraty felt a thrill go straight up his back。 The Major's sunglasses glinted in the early afternoon sunlight。
The Major raised the battery…powered loudhailer to his lips。 〃I'm proud of you； boys。 Proud！〃
From somewhere behind Garraty a voice said softly but clearly： 〃Diddly shit。〃
Garraty turned his head； but there was no one back there but four or five boys watching the Major intently （one of them realized he was saluting and dropped his hand sheepishly）； and Stebbins。 Stebbins did not even seem to be looking at the Major。
The jeep roared ahead。 A moment later the Major was gone again。
They reached downtown Limestone around twelve…thirty。 Garraty was disappointed。 It was pretty much of a one…hydrant town。 There was a business section and three used…car lots and a McDonalds and a Burger King and a Pizza Hut and an industrial park and that was Limestone。
〃It isn't very big； is it？〃 Baker said。
Olson laughed。
〃It's probably a nice place to live；〃 Garraty said defensively。
〃God spare me from nice places to live；〃 McVries said； but he was smiling。
〃Well； what turns you on；〃 Garraty said lamely。
By one o'clock； Limestone was a memory。 A small swaggering boy in patched denim overalls walked along with them for almost a mile； then sat down and watched them go by。
The country grew hillier。 Garraty felt the first real sweat of the day ing out on him。 His shirt was patched to his back。 On his right； thunderheads were forming； but they were still far away。 There was a light； circulating breeze； and that helped a little。
〃What's the next big town； Garraty？〃 McVries asked。
〃Caribou； I guess。〃 He was wondering if Stebbins had eaten his last sandwich yet。 Stebbins had gotten into his head like a snatch of pop music that goes around and around until you think you're going to go crazy with it。 It was one…thirty。 The Long Walk had progressed through eighteen miles。
〃How far's that？〃 Garraty wondered what the record was for miles walked with only one Walker punched out。 Eighteen miles seemed pretty good to him。 Eighteen miles was a figure a man could be proud of。 I walked eighteen miles。 Eighteen。
〃I said…〃 McVries began patiently。
〃Maybe thirty miles from here。〃
〃Thirty；〃 Pearson said。 〃Jesus。〃
〃It's a bigger town than Limestone；〃 Garraty said。 He was still feeling defensive； God knew why。 Maybe because so many of these boys would die here； maybe all