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Now
that
he
was
able
to
think
clearly
,
he
was
starting
to
ask
himself
questions
.
He
wondered
how
an
old
man
,
a
man
half
his
height
and
perhaps
a
third
his
weight
,
had
been
able
to
drag
him
,
unconscious
,
across
the
ice
,
or
get
him
up
the
bank
to
a
car
.
He
wondered
how
Hinzelmann
had
gotten
Shadow
into
the
house
and
the
bath
.
Hinzelmann
walked
over
to
the
fire
,
picked
up
the
tongs
and
placed
a
thin
log
,
carefully
,
onto
the
blazing
fire
.
"
Do
you
want
to
know
what
I
was
doing
out
on
the
ice
?
"
Hinzelmann
shrugged
.
"
None
of
my
business
.
"
"
You
know
what
I
don
’
t
understand
…
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
hesitated
,
putting
his
thoughts
in
order
.
"
I
don
’
t
understand
why
you
saved
my
life
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Hinzelmann
,
"
the
way
I
was
brought
up
,
if
you
see
another
fellow
in
trouble
—
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
That
’
s
not
what
I
mean
.
I
mean
,
you
killed
all
those
kids
.
Every
winter
.
I
was
the
only
one
to
have
figured
it
out
.
You
must
have
seen
me
open
the
trunk
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
just
let
me
drown
?
"
Hinzelmann
tipped
his
head
on
one
side
.
He
scratched
his
nose
,
thoughtfully
,
rocked
back
and
forth
as
if
he
were
thinking
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
’
s
a
good
question
.
I
guess
it
’
s
because
I
owed
a
certain
party
a
debt
.
And
I
’
m
good
for
my
debts
.
"
