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"
Wait
,
"
said
Granger
.
"
And
move
downstream
a
little
way
,
just
in
case
.
"
He
began
throwing
dust
and
dirt
on
the
fire
.
The
other
men
helped
,
and
Montag
helped
,
and
there
,
in
the
wilderness
,
the
men
all
moved
their
hands
,
putting
out
the
fire
together
.
They
stood
by
the
river
in
the
starlight
.
Montag
saw
the
luminous
dial
of
his
waterproof
.
Five
.
Five
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
Another
year
ticked
by
in
a
single
hour
,
and
dawn
waiting
beyond
the
far
bank
of
the
river
.
"
Why
do
you
trust
me
?
"
said
Montag
.
A
man
moved
in
the
darkness
.
"
The
look
of
you
's
enough
.
You
have
n't
seen
yourself
in
a
mirror
lately
.
Beyond
that
,
the
city
has
never
cared
so
much
about
us
to
bother
with
an
elaborate
chase
like
this
to
find
us
.
A
few
crackpots
with
verses
in
their
heads
ca
n't
touch
them
,
and
they
know
it
and
we
know
it
;
everyone
knows
it
.
So
long
as
the
vast
population
does
n't
wander
about
quoting
the
Magna
Charta
and
the
Constitution
,
it
's
all
right
.
The
firemen
were
enough
to
check
that
,
now
and
then
.
No
,
the
cities
do
n't
bother
us
.
And
you
look
like
hell
.
"
They
moved
along
the
bank
of
the
river
,
going
south
.
Montag
tried
to
see
the
men
's
faces
,
the
old
faces
he
remembered
from
the
firelight
,
lined
and
tired
.
He
was
looking
for
a
brightness
,
a
resolve
,
a
triumph
over
tomorrow
that
hardly
seemed
to
be
there
.
Perhaps
he
had
expected
their
faces
to
burn
and
glitter
with
the
knowledge
they
carried
,
to
glow
as
lanterns
glow
,
with
the
light
in
them
.
But
all
the
light
had
come
from
the
camp
fire
,
and
these
men
had
seemed
no
different
from
any
others
who
had
run
a
long
race
,
searched
a
long
search
,
seen
good
things
destroyed
,
and
now
,
very
late
,
were
gathering
to
wait
for
the
end
of
the
party
and
the
blowing
out
of
the
lamps
.
They
were
n't
at
all
certain
that
the
things
they
carried
in
their
heads
might
make
every
future
dawn
glow
with
a
purer
light
,
they
were
sure
of
nothing
save
that
the
books
were
on
file
behind
their
quiet
eyes
,
the
books
were
waiting
,
with
their
pages
uncut
,
for
the
customers
who
might
come
by
in
later
years
,
some
with
clean
and
some
with
dirty
fingers
.
