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But
there
were
two
things
the
Dufarges
hadn
’
t
counted
on
:
the
Laughing
Man
’
s
sentimentality
and
his
command
of
the
timber
-
wolf
language
.
As
soon
as
he
had
allowed
Dufarge
’
s
daughter
to
tie
him
with
barbed
wire
to
a
tree
,
the
Laughing
Man
felt
called
upon
to
raise
his
beautiful
,
melodious
voice
in
a
few
words
of
farewell
to
his
supposed
old
friend
.
The
stand
-
in
,
a
few
moonlit
yards
away
,
was
impressed
by
the
stranger
’
s
command
of
the
language
and
listened
politely
for
a
moment
to
the
last
-
minute
advice
,
personal
and
professional
,
that
the
Laughing
Man
was
giving
out
.
At
length
,
though
,
the
stand
-
in
grew
impatient
and
began
shifting
his
weight
from
paw
to
paw
.
Abruptly
,
and
rather
unpleasantly
,
he
interrupted
the
Laughing
Man
with
the
information
that
,
in
the
first
place
,
his
name
wasn
’
t
Dark
Wing
or
Black
Wing
or
Gray
Legs
or
any
of
that
business
,
it
was
Armand
,
and
,
in
the
second
place
,
he
’
d
never
been
to
China
in
his
life
and
hadn
’
t
the
slightest
intention
of
going
there
.
Properly
infuriated
,
the
Laughing
Man
pushed
off
his
mask
with
his
tongue
and
confronted
the
Dufarges
with
his
naked
face
by
moonlight
.
Mlle
.
Dufarge
responded
by
passing
out
cold
.
Her
father
was
luckier
.
By
chance
,
he
was
having
one
of
his
coughing
spells
at
the
moment
and
thereby
missed
the
lethal
unveiling
.
When
his
coughing
spell
was
over
and
he
saw
his
daughter
stretched
out
supine
on
the
moonlit
ground
,
Dufarge
put
two
and
two
together
.
Shielding
his
eyes
with
his
hand
,
he
fired
the
full
clip
in
his
automatic
toward
the
sound
of
the
Laughing
Man
’
s
heavy
,
sibilant
breathing
.
The
installment
ended
there
.
The
Chief
took
his
dollar
Ingersoll
out
of
his
watch
pocket
,
looked
at
it
,
then
swung
around
in
his
seat
and
started
up
the
motor
.
I
checked
my
own
watch
.
It
was
almost
four
-
thirty
.
As
the
bus
moved
forward
,
I
asked
the
Chief
if
he
wasn
’
t
going
to
wait
for
Mary
Hudson
.
He
didn
’
t
answer
me
,
and
before
I
could
repeat
my
question
,
he
tilted
back
his
head
and
addressed
all
of
us
:
"
Let
’
s
have
a
little
quiet
in
this
damn
bus
.
"
Whatever
else
it
may
have
been
,
the
order
was
basically
unsensible
.
The
bus
had
been
,
and
was
,
very
quiet
.
Almost
everybody
was
thinking
about
the
spot
the
Laughing
Man
had
been
left
in
.
We
were
long
past
worrying
about
him
—
we
had
too
much
confidence
in
him
for
that
—
but
we
were
never
past
accepting
his
most
perilous
moments
quietly
.
In
the
third
or
fourth
inning
of
our
ball
game
that
afternoon
,
I
spotted
Mary
Hudson
from
first
base
.
She
was
sitting
on
a
bench
about
a
hundred
yards
to
my
left
,
sandwiched
between
two
nursemaids
with
baby
carriages
.
She
had
on
her
beaver
coat
,
she
was
smoking
a
cigarette
,
and
she
seemed
to
be
looking
in
the
direction
of
our
game
.
I
got
excited
about
my
discovery
and
yelled
the
information
over
to
the
Chief
,
behind
the
pitcher
.
He
hurried
over
to
me
,
not
quite
running
.
"
Where
?
"
he
asked
me
.
I
pointed
again
.
He
stared
for
a
moment
in
the
right
direction
,
then
said
he
’
d
be
back
in
a
minute
and
left
the
field
.
He
left
it
slowly
,
opening
his
overcoat
and
putting
his
hands
in
the
hip
pockets
of
his
trousers
.
I
sat
down
on
first
base
and
watched
.
By
the
time
the
Chief
reached
Mary
Hudson
,
his
overcoat
was
buttoned
again
and
his
hands
were
down
at
his
sides
.
He
stood
over
her
for
about
five
minutes
,
apparently
talking
to
her
.
Then
Mary
Hudson
stood
up
,
and
the
two
of
them
walked
toward
the
baseball
field
.
They
didn
’
t
talk
as
they
walked
,
or
look
at
each
other
.
When
they
reached
the
field
,
the
Chief
took
his
position
behind
the
pitcher
.
I
yelled
over
to
him
.
"
Isn
’
t
she
gonna
play
?
"
He
told
me
to
cover
my
sack
.
I
covered
my
sack
and
watched
Mary
Hudson
.
She
walked
slowly
behind
the
plate
,
with
her
hands
in
the
pockets
of
her
beaver
coat
,
and
finally
sat
down
on
a
misplaced
players
’
bench
just
beyond
third
base
.
She
lit
another
cigarette
and
crossed
her
legs
.
When
the
Warriors
were
at
bat
,
I
went
over
to
her
bench
and
asked
her
if
she
felt
like
playing
left
field
.
She
shook
her
head
.
I
asked
her
if
she
had
a
cold
.
She
shook
her
head
again
.
I
told
her
I
didn
’
t
have
anybody
in
left
field
.
I
told
her
I
had
a
guy
playing
center
field
and
left
field
.
There
was
no
response
at
all
to
this
information
.
I
tossed
my
first
-
baseman
’
s
mitt
up
in
the
air
and
tried
to
have
it
land
on
my
head
,
but
it
fell
in
a
mud
puddle
.
I
wiped
it
off
on
my
trousers
and
asked
Mary
Hudson
if
she
wanted
to
come
up
to
my
house
for
dinner
sometime
.
I
told
her
the
Chief
came
up
a
lot
.
"
Leave
me
alone
,
"
she
said
.
"
Just
please
leave
me
alone
.
"
I
stared
at
her
,
then
walked
off
in
the
direction
of
the
Warriors
’
bench
,
taking
a
tangerine
out
of
my
pocket
and
tossing
it
up
in
the
air
.
About
midway
along
the
third
-
base
foul
line
,
I
turned
around
and
started
to
walk
backwards
,
looking
at
Mary
Hudson
and
holding
on
to
my
tangerine
.
I
had
no
idea
what
was
going
on
between
the
Chief
and
Mary
Hudson
(
and
still
haven
’
t
,
in
any
but
a
fairly
low
,
intuitive
sense
)
,
but
nonetheless
,
I
couldn
’
t
have
been
more
certain
that
Mary
Hudson
had
permanently
dropped
out
of
the
Comanche
lineup
.
It
was
the
kind
of
whole
certainty
,
however
independent
of
the
sum
of
its
facts
,
that
can
make
walking
backwards
more
than
normally
hazardous
,
and
I
bumped
smack
into
a
baby
carriage
.
