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had　made　a　plete　circuit　of　the　shed　and　the　thing　wasnt　there。　Maybe

somebody　had　lifted　it。　Maybe　Watson　had。　He　laughed　aloud。　The　old　office

bootleg　trick。　A　few　paperclips；　a　couple　of　reams　of　paper；　nobody　will　miss

this　tablecloth　or　this　Golden　Regal　place　setting　。。。　and　what　about　this

fine　snowmobile　battery？　Yes；　that　might　e　in　handy。　Toss　it　in　the　sack。

White…collar　crime；　Baby。　Everybody　has　sticky　fingers。　Under…the…jacket

discount；　we　used　to　call　it　when　we　were　kids。

He　walked　back　to　the　snowmobile　and　gave　the　side　of　it　a　good　healthy　kick

as　he　went　by。　Well；　that　was　the　end　of　it。　He　would　just　have　to　tell　Wendy

sorry；　baby；　but　—

There　was　a　box　sitting　in　the　corner　by　the　door。　The　stool　bad　been　right

over　it。　Written　on　the　top；　in　pencil；　was　the　abbreviation　Skid。

He　looked　at　it；　the　smile　drying　up　on　his　lips。　Look；　sir；　its　the　cavalry。

Looks　like　your　smoke　signals　must　have　worked　after　all。

It　wasnt　fair。

Goddammit；　it　just　wasnt　fair。

Something　—　luck；　fate；　providence　—　had　been　trying　to　save　him。　Some　other

luck；　white　luck。　And　at　the　last　moment　bad　old　Jack　Torrance　luck　had　stepped

back　in。　The　lousy　run　of　cards　wasnt　over　yet。

Resentment；　a　gray；　sullen　wave　of　it；　pushed　up　his　throat。　His　hands　had

clenched　into　fists　again。

（Not　fair；　goddammit；　not　fair！）

Why　couldnt　he　have　looked　someplace　else？　Anyplace！　Why　hadnt　he　had　a

crick　in　his　neck　or　an　itch　in　his　nose　or　the　need　to　blink？　Just　one　of　those

little　things。　He　never　would　have　seen　it。

Well；　he　hadnt。　That　was　all。　It　was　an　hallucination；　no　different　from　what

had　happened　yesterday　outside　that　room　on　the　second　floor　or　the　goddam　hedge

menagerie。　A　momentary　strain；　that　was　all。　Fancy；　I　thought　I　saw　a　snowmobile

battery　in　that　corner。　Nothing　there　now。　bat　fatigue；　I　guess；　sir。　Sorry。

Keep　your　pecker　up；　son。　It　happens　to　all　of　us　sooner　or　later。

He　yanked　the　door　open　almost　hard　enough　to　snap　the　hinges　and　pulled　his

snowshoes　inside。　They　were　clotted　with　snow　and　he　slapped　them　down　hard

enough　on　the　floor　to　raise　a　cloud　of　it。　He　put　his　left　foot　on　the　left

shoe　。。。　and　paused。

Danny　was　out　there；　by　the　milk　platform。　Trying　to　make　a　snowman；　by　the

looks。　Not　much　luck；　the　snow　was　too　cold　to　stick　together。　Still；　he　was

giving　it　the　old　college　try；　out　there　in　the　flashing　morning；　a　speck　of　a

bundled…up　boy　above　the　brilliant　snow　and　below　the　brilliant　sky。　Wearing　his

hat　turned　around　backward　like　Carlton　Fiske。

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