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During
the
next
couple
of
weeks
,
the
picture
—
however
forcibly
or
accidentally
it
had
been
planted
on
the
Chief
—
was
not
removed
from
the
bus
.
It
didn
’
t
go
out
with
the
Baby
Ruth
wrappers
and
the
fallen
licorice
whips
.
However
,
we
Comanches
got
used
to
it
.
It
gradually
took
on
the
unarresting
personality
of
a
speedometer
.
But
one
day
as
we
were
on
our
way
to
the
Park
,
the
Chief
pulled
the
bus
over
to
a
curb
on
Fifth
Avenue
in
the
Sixties
,
a
good
half
mile
past
our
baseball
field
.
Some
twenty
back
-
seat
drivers
at
once
demanded
an
explanation
,
but
the
Chief
gave
none
.
Instead
,
he
simply
got
into
his
story
-
telling
position
and
swung
prematurely
into
a
fresh
installment
of
"
The
Laughing
Man
.
"
He
had
scarcely
begun
,
however
,
when
someone
tapped
on
the
bus
door
.
The
Chief
’
s
reflexes
were
geared
high
that
day
.
He
literally
flung
himself
around
in
his
seat
,
yanked
the
operating
handle
of
the
door
,
and
a
girl
in
a
beaver
coat
climbed
into
the
bus
.
Offhand
,
I
can
remember
seeing
just
three
girls
in
my
life
who
struck
me
as
having
unclassifiably
great
beauty
at
first
sight
.
One
was
a
thin
girl
in
a
black
bathing
suit
who
was
having
a
lot
of
trouble
putting
up
an
orange
umbrella
at
Jones
Beach
,
circa
1936
.
The
second
was
a
girl
aboard
a
Caribbean
cruise
ship
in
1939
,
who
threw
her
cigarette
lighter
at
a
porpoise
.
And
the
third
was
the
Chief
’
s
girl
,
Mary
Hudson
.
"
Am
I
very
late
?
"
she
asked
the
Chief
,
smiling
at
him
.
She
might
just
as
well
have
asked
if
she
was
ugly
.
"
No
!
"
the
Chief
said
.
A
trifle
wildly
,
he
looked
at
the
Comanches
near
his
seat
and
signalled
the
row
to
give
way
.
Mary
Hudson
sat
down
between
me
and
a
boy
named
Edgar
something
,
whose
uncle
’
s
best
friend
was
a
bootlegger
.
We
gave
her
all
the
room
in
the
world
.
Then
the
bus
started
off
with
a
peculiar
,
amateur
-
like
lurch
.
The
Comanches
,
to
the
last
man
,
were
silent
.
On
the
way
back
to
our
regular
parking
place
,
Mary
Hudson
leaned
forward
in
her
seat
and
gave
the
Chief
an
enthusiastic
account
of
the
trains
she
had
missed
and
the
train
she
hadn
’
t
missed
;
she
lived
in
Douglaston
,
Long
Island
.
The
Chief
was
very
nervous
.
He
didn
’
t
just
fail
to
contribute
any
talk
of
his
own
;
he
could
hardly
listen
to
hers
.
The
gearshift
knob
came
off
in
his
hand
,
I
remember
.
When
we
got
out
of
the
bus
,
Mary
Hudson
stuck
right
with
us
.
I
’
m
sure
that
by
the
time
we
reached
the
baseball
field
there
was
on
every
Comanche
’
s
face
a
some
-
girls
-
just
-
don
’
t
-
know
-
when
-
to
-
go
-
home
look
.
And
to
really
top
things
off
,
when
another
Comanche
and
I
were
flipping
a
coin
to
decide
which
team
would
take
the
field
first
,
Mary
Hudson
wistfully
expressed
a
desire
to
join
the
game
.
The
response
to
this
couldn
’
t
have
been
more
clean
-
cut
.
Where
before
we
Comanches
had
simply
stared
at
her
femaleness
,
we
now
glared
at
it
.
She
smiled
back
at
us
.
It
was
a
shade
disconcerting
.
Then
the
Chief
took
over
,
revealing
what
had
formerly
been
a
well
-
concealed
flair
for
incompetence
.
He
took
Mary
Hudson
aside
,
just
out
of
earshot
of
the
Comanches
,
and
seemed
to
address
her
solemnly
,
rationally
.
At
length
,
Mary
Hudson
interrupted
him
,
and
her
voice
was
perfectly
audible
to
the
Comanches
.
"
But
I
do
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
do
,
too
,
want
to
play
!
"
The
Chief
nodded
and
tried
again
.
He
pointed
in
the
direction
of
the
infield
,
which
was
soggy
and
pitted
.
He
picked
up
a
regulation
bat
and
demonstrated
its
weight
.
"
I
don
’
t
care
,
"
Mary
Hudson
said
distinctly
,
"
I
came
all
the
way
to
New
York
—
to
the
dentist
and
everything
—
and
I
’
m
gonna
play
.
"
The
Chief
nodded
again
but
gave
up
.
He
walked
cautiously
over
to
home
plate
,
where
the
Braves
and
the
Warriors
,
the
two
Comanche
teams
,
were
waiting
,
and
looked
at
me
.
I
was
captain
of
the
Warriors
.
He
mentioned
the
name
of
my
regular
center
fielder
,
who
was
home
sick
,
and
suggested
that
Mary
Hudson
take
his
place
.
I
said
I
didn
’
t
need
a
center
fielder
.
The
Chief
asked
me
what
the
hell
did
I
mean
I
didn
’
t
need
a
center
fielder
.
I
was
shocked
.
It
was
the
first
time
I
had
heard
the
Chief
swear
.
What
’
s
more
,
I
could
feel
Mary
Hudson
smiling
at
me
.
For
poise
,
I
picked
up
a
stone
and
threw
it
at
a
tree
.
