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After
another
inning
,
the
light
got
bad
for
fielding
.
The
game
was
called
,
and
we
started
picking
up
all
the
equipment
.
The
last
good
look
I
had
at
Mary
Hudson
,
she
was
over
near
third
base
crying
.
The
Chief
had
hold
of
the
sleeve
of
her
beaver
coat
,
but
she
got
away
from
him
.
She
ran
off
the
field
onto
the
cement
path
and
kept
running
till
I
couldn
’
t
see
her
any
more
.
The
Chief
didn
’
t
go
after
her
.
He
just
stood
watching
her
disappear
.
Then
he
turned
around
and
walked
down
to
home
plate
and
picked
up
our
two
bats
;
we
always
left
the
bats
for
him
to
carry
.
I
went
over
to
him
and
asked
if
he
and
Mary
Hudson
had
had
a
fight
.
He
told
me
to
tuck
my
shirt
in
.
Just
as
always
,
we
Comanches
ran
the
last
few
hundred
feet
to
the
place
where
the
bus
was
parked
,
yelling
,
shoving
,
trying
out
strangleholds
on
each
other
,
but
all
of
us
alive
to
the
fact
that
it
was
again
time
for
"
The
Laughing
Man
.
"
Racing
across
Fifth
Avenue
,
somebody
dropped
his
extra
or
discarded
sweater
,
and
I
tripped
over
it
and
went
sprawling
.
I
finished
the
charge
to
the
bus
;
but
the
best
seats
were
taken
by
that
time
and
I
had
to
sit
down
in
the
middle
of
the
bus
.
Annoyed
at
the
arrangement
,
I
gave
the
boy
sitting
on
my
right
a
poke
in
the
ribs
with
my
elbow
,
then
faced
around
and
watched
the
Chief
cross
over
Fifth
.
It
was
not
yet
dark
out
,
but
a
five
-
fifteen
dimness
had
set
in
.
The
Chief
crossed
the
street
with
his
coat
collar
up
,
the
bats
under
his
left
arm
,
and
his
concentration
on
the
street
.
His
black
hair
,
which
had
been
combed
wet
earlier
in
the
day
,
was
dry
now
and
blowing
.
I
remember
wishing
the
Chief
had
gloves
.
The
bus
,
as
usual
,
was
quiet
when
he
climbed
in
—
as
proportionately
quiet
,
at
any
rate
,
as
a
theatre
with
dimming
house
lights
.
Conversations
were
finished
in
a
hurried
whisper
or
shut
off
completely
.
Nonetheless
,
the
first
thing
the
Chief
said
to
us
was
"
All
right
,
let
’
s
cut
out
the
noise
,
or
no
story
.
"
In
an
instant
,
an
unconditional
silence
filled
the
bus
,
cutting
off
from
the
Chief
any
alternative
but
to
take
up
his
narrating
position
.
When
he
had
done
so
,
he
took
out
a
handkerchief
and
methodically
blew
his
nose
,
one
nostril
at
a
time
.
We
watched
him
with
patience
and
even
a
certain
amount
of
spectator
’
s
interest
.
When
he
had
finished
with
his
handkerchief
,
he
folded
it
neatly
in
quarters
and
replaced
it
in
his
pocket
.
He
then
gave
us
the
new
installment
of
"
The
Laughing
Man
.
"
From
start
to
finish
,
it
lasted
no
longer
than
five
minutes
.
Four
of
Dufarge
’
s
bullets
struck
the
Laughing
Man
,
two
of
them
through
the
heart
.
When
Dufarge
,
who
was
still
shielding
his
eyes
against
the
sight
of
the
Laughing
Man
’
s
face
,
heard
a
queer
exhalation
of
agony
from
the
direction
of
the
target
,
he
was
overjoyed
.
His
black
heart
beating
wildly
,
he
rushed
over
to
his
unconscious
daughter
and
brought
her
to
.
The
pair
of
them
,
beside
themselves
with
delight
and
coward
’
s
courage
,
now
dared
to
look
up
at
the
Laughing
Man
.
His
head
was
bowed
as
in
death
,
his
chin
resting
on
his
bloody
chest
.
Slowly
,
greedily
,
father
and
daughter
came
forward
to
inspect
their
spoils
.
Quite
a
surprise
was
in
store
for
them
.
The
Laughing
Man
,
far
from
dead
,
was
busy
contracting
his
stomach
muscles
in
a
secret
manner
.
As
the
Dufarges
came
into
range
,
he
suddenly
raised
his
face
,
gave
a
terrible
laugh
,
and
neatly
,
even
fastidiously
,
regurgitated
all
four
bullets
.
The
impact
of
this
feat
on
the
Dufarges
was
so
acute
that
their
hearts
literally
burst
,
and
they
dropped
dead
at
the
Laughing
Man
’
s
feet
.
(
If
the
installment
was
going
to
be
a
short
one
anyway
,
it
could
have
ended
there
;
the
Comanches
could
have
managed
to
rationalize
the
sudden
death
of
the
Dufarges
.
But
it
didn
’
t
end
there
.
)
Day
after
day
,
the
Laughing
Man
continued
to
stand
lashed
to
the
tree
with
barbed
wire
,
the
Dufarges
decomposing
at
his
feet
.
Bleeding
profusely
and
cut
off
from
his
supply
of
eagles
’
blood
,
he
had
never
been
closer
to
death
.
One
day
,
however
,
in
a
hoarse
but
eloquent
voice
,
he
appealed
for
help
to
the
animals
of
the
forest
.
He
summoned
them
to
fetch
Omba
,
the
lovable
dwarf
.
And
they
did
.
But
it
was
a
long
trip
back
and
forth
across
the
Paris
-
Chinese
border
,
and
by
the
time
Omba
arrived
on
the
scene
with
a
medical
kit
and
a
fresh
supply
of
eagles
’
blood
,
the
Laughing
Man
was
in
a
coma
.
Omba
’
s
very
first
act
of
mercy
was
to
retrieve
his
master
’
s
mask
,
which
had
blown
up
against
Mlle
.
Dufarge
’
s
vermin
-
infested
torso
.
He
placed
it
respectfully
over
the
hideous
features
,
then
proceeded
to
dress
the
wounds
.
When
the
Laughing
Man
’
s
small
eyes
finally
opened
,
Omba
eagerly
raised
the
vial
of
eagles
’
blood
up
to
the
mask
.
But
the
Laughing
Man
didn
’
t
drink
from
it
.
Instead
,
he
weakly
pronounced
his
beloved
Black
Wing
’
s
name
.
Omba
bowed
his
own
slightly
distorted
head
and
revealed
to
his
master
that
the
Dufarges
had
killed
Black
Wing
.
A
peculiar
and
heart
-
rending
gasp
of
final
sorrow
came
from
the
Laughing
Man
.
He
reached
out
wanly
for
the
vial
of
eagles
’
blood
and
crushed
it
in
his
hand
.
What
little
blood
he
had
left
trickled
thinly
down
his
wrist
He
ordered
Omba
to
look
away
,
and
,
sobbing
,
Omba
obeyed
him
.
The
Laughing
Man
’
s
last
act
,
before
turning
his
face
to
the
bloodstained
ground
,
was
to
pull
off
his
mask
.
