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"
Sit
down
,
"
said
the
man
who
seemed
to
be
the
leader
of
the
small
group
.
"
Have
some
coffee
?
"
He
watched
the
dark
steaming
mixture
pour
into
a
collapsible
tin
cup
,
which
was
handed
him
straight
off
.
He
sipped
it
gingerly
and
felt
them
looking
at
him
with
curiosity
.
His
lips
were
scalded
,
but
that
was
good
.
The
faces
around
him
were
bearded
,
but
the
beards
were
clean
,
neat
,
and
their
hands
were
clean
.
They
had
stood
up
as
if
to
welcome
a
guest
,
and
now
they
sat
down
again
.
Montag
sipped
.
"
Thanks
,
"
he
said
.
"
Thanks
very
much
.
"
"
You
're
welcome
,
Montag
.
My
name
's
Granger
.
"
He
held
out
a
small
bottle
of
colourless
fluid
.
"
Drink
this
,
too
.
It
'll
change
the
chemical
index
of
your
perspiration
.
Half
an
hour
from
now
you
'll
smell
like
two
other
people
.
With
the
Hound
after
you
,
the
best
thing
is
Bottoms
up
.
"
Montag
drank
the
bitter
fluid
.
"
You
'll
stink
like
a
bobcat
,
but
that
's
all
right
,
"
said
Granger
.
"
You
know
my
name
,
"
said
Montag
.
Granger
nodded
to
a
portable
battery
TV
set
by
the
fire
.
"
We
've
watched
the
chase
.
Figured
you
'd
wind
up
south
along
the
river
.
When
we
heard
you
plunging
around
out
in
the
forest
like
a
drunken
elk
,
we
did
n't
hide
as
we
usually
do
.
We
figured
you
were
in
the
river
,
when
the
helicopter
cameras
swung
back
in
over
the
city
.
Something
funny
there
.
The
chase
is
still
running
.
The
other
way
,
though
.
"
"
The
other
way
?
"
"
Let
's
have
a
look
.
"
