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se so many of these boys would die here； maybe all of them。 Probably all of them。 Only six Long Walks in history had ended over the state line in New Hampshire； and only one had gotten into Massachusetts； and the experts said that was like Hank Aaron hitting seven hundred and thirty home runs； or whatever it was 。 。 。 a record that would never be equaled。 Maybe he would die here； too。 Maybe he would。 But that was different。 Native soil。 He had an idea the Major would like that。 〃He died on his native soil。 〃
He tipped his canteen up and found it was empty。 〃Canteen！〃 he called。 〃47 calling for a canteen！ 〃
One of the soldiers jumped off the halftrack and brought over a fresh canteen。 When he turned away； Garraty touched the carbine slung over the soldier's back。 He did it furtively。 But McVries saw him。
〃Why'd you do that？〃
Garraty grinned and felt confused。 〃I don't know。 Like knocking on wood； maybe。 〃
〃You're a dear boy； Ray；〃 McVries said； and then put on some speed and caught up with Olson； leaving Garraty to walk alone； feeling more confused than ever。
Number 93…Garraty didn't know his name…walked past him on Garraty's right。 He was staring down at his feet and his lips moved soundlessly as he counted his paces。 He was weaving slightly。
〃Hi；〃 Garraty said。
93 cringed。 There was a blankness in his eyes； the same blankness that had been in Curley's eyes while he was losing his fight with the charley horse。 He's tired； Garraty thought。 He knows it； and he's scared。 Garraty suddenly felt his stomach tip over and right itself slowly。
Their shadows walked alongside them now。 It was quarter of two。 Nine in the morning； cool； sitting on the grass in the shade； was a month back。
At just before two； the word came back again。 Garraty was getting a firsthand lesson in the psychology of the grapevine。 Someone found something out； and suddenly it was all over。 Rumors were created by mouth…to…mouth respiration。 It looks like rain。 Chances are it's going to rain。 It's gonna rain pretty soon。 The guy with the radio says it's gonna shit potatoes pretty quick。 But it was funny how often the grapevine was right。 And when the word came back that someone was slowing up； that someone was in trouble； the grapevine was always right。
This time the word was that number 9； Ewing； had developed blisters and had been warned twice。 Lots of boys had been warned； but that was normal。 The word was that things looked bad for Ewing。
He passed the word to Baker； and Baker looked surprised。 〃The black fella？〃 Baker said。 〃So black he looks soma blue？〃
Garraty said he didn't know if Ewing was black or white。
〃Yeah； he's black；〃 Pearson said。 He pointed to Ewing。 Garraty could see tiny jewels of perspiration gleaming in Ewing's natural。 With something like horror； Garraty observed that Ewing was wearing sneakers。
Hint 3： Do not； repeat； do not wear sneakers。 Nothing will give you blisters faster than sneakers on a Long Walk。
〃He rode up with us；〃 Baker said。 〃He's from Texas。〃
Baker picked up his pace until he was walking with Ewing。 He talked with Ewing for quite a while。 Then he dropped back slowly to avoid getting warned himself。 His face was bleak。 〃He started to blister up two miles out。 They started to break back in Limestone。 He's walkin' in pus from broken blisters。〃
They all listened silently。 Garraty thought of Stebbins again。 Stebbins was wearing tennis shoes。 Maybe Stebbins was fighting blisters right now。
〃Warning！ Warning 9！ This is your third warning； 9！〃
The soldiers were watching Ewing carefully now。 So were the Walkers。 Ewing was in the spotlight。 The back of his T…shirt； startlingly white against his black skin； was sweat…stained gray straight down the middle。 Garraty could see the big muscles in his back ripple as he walked。 Muscles enough to last for days； and Baker said he was walking in pus。 Blisters and charley horses。 Garraty shivered。 Sudden death。 All those muscles； all the training； couldn't stop blisters and charley horses。 What in the name of God had Ewing been thinking about when he put on those P。F。 Flyers？
Barkovitch joined them。 Barkovitch was looking at Ewing； too。 〃Blisters！〃 He made it sound like Ewing's mother was a whore。 〃What the hell can you expect from a dumb nigger？ Now I ask you。〃
〃Move away；〃 Baker said evenly； 〃or I'll poke you。〃
〃It's against the rules；〃 Barkovitch said with a smirk。 〃Keep it in mind； cracker。〃 But he moved away。 It was as if he took a small poison cloud with him。
Two o'clock became two…thirty。 Their shadows got longer。 They walked up a long hill； and at the crest Garraty could see low mountains； hazy and blue； in the distance。 The encroaching thunderheads to the west were darker now； and the breeze had stiffened； making his flesh goosebump as the sweat dried on him。
A group of men clustered around a Ford pickup trick with a camper on the back cheered them crazily。 The men were all very drunk。 They all waved back at the men； even Ewing。 They were the first spectators they had seen since the swaggering little boy in the patched overalls。
Garraty broke open a concentrate tube without reading the label and ate it。 It tasted slightly porky。 He thought about McVries's hamburger。 He thought about a great big chocolate cake with a cherry on the top。 He thought about flapjacks。 For some crazy reason he wanted a cold flapjack full of apple jelly。 The cold lunch his mother always made when he and his father went hunting in November。
Ewing bought a hole about ten minutes later。
He was clustered in with a group of boys when he fell below speed for the last time。 Maybe he thought the boys would protect him。 The soldiers did their job well。 The soldiers were experts。 They pushed the other boys aside。 They dragged Ewing over to the shoulder。 Ewing tried to fight； but not much。 One of the soldiers pinned Ewing's arms behind him while the other put his carbine up to Ewing's head and shot him。 One leg kicked convulsively。
〃He bleeds the same color as anyone else；〃 McVries said suddenly。 It was very loud in the stillness after the single shot。 His adam's apple bobbed； and something clicked in his throat。
Two of them gone now。 The odds infinitesimally adjusted in favor of those remaining。 There was some subdued talk； and Garraty wondered again what they did with the bodies。
You wonder too goddam much！ he shouted at himself suddenly。
And realized he was tired。
PART TWO： GOING DOWN THE ROAD
Chapter 3
〃You will have thirty seconds； and please remember that your answer must be in the form of a question。〃
Art Fleming
Jeopardy
It was three o'clock when the first drops of rain fell on the road； big and dark and round。 The sky overhead was tattered and black； wild and fascinating。 Thunder clapped hands somewhere above the clouds。 A blue fork of lightning went to earth somewhere up ahead。
Garraty had donned his coat shortly after Ewing had gotten his ticket； and now he zipped it and turned up his collar。 Harkness； the potential author； had carefully stowed his notebook in a Baggie。 Barkovitch had put on a yellow vinyl rainhat。 There was something incredible about what it did to his face； but you would have