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"
No
!
"
shouted
Douglas
.
But
like
a
great
iron
catapult
,
the
huge
arms
hoisted
the
figure
up
against
the
moon
and
flourished
and
wheeled
the
fragile
body
upon
the
stars
and
let
it
fly
out
with
a
curse
and
a
rustling
wind
down
the
air
into
the
ravine
to
tumble
and
take
avalanches
of
junk
with
her
into
white
dust
and
cinders
.
"
No
!
"
said
Douglas
,
sitting
there
,
looking
down
.
"
NO
!
"
The
big
man
toppled
on
the
rim
of
the
hill
,
gasping
.
"
You
just
thank
God
it
wasn
’
t
you
I
did
that
to
!
"
He
moved
unsteadily
away
,
falling
once
,
getting
up
,
talking
to
himself
,
laughing
,
swearing
,
then
gone
.
Douglas
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
ravine
and
wept
.
After
a
long
while
he
blew
his
nose
.
He
looked
at
Tom
.
"
Tom
,
it
’
s
late
.
Dad
’
ll
be
out
walking
,
looking
for
us
.
We
should
’
ve
been
home
an
hour
ago
.
Run
back
along
Washington
Street
,
get
Dad
and
bring
him
here
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
going
down
in
that
ravine
?
"
"
She
’
s
city
property
now
,
on
the
trash
dump
,
and
nobody
cares
what
happens
,
not
even
Mr
.
Black
.
Tell
Dad
what
he
’
s
coming
here
for
and
he
don
’
t
have
to
be
seen
coming
home
with
me
and
her
.
I
’
ll
take
her
the
back
way
around
and
nobody
’
ll
ever
know
.
"
"
She
won
’
t
be
no
good
to
you
now
,
her
machinery
all
busted
.
"
"
We
can
’
t
leave
her
out
in
the
rain
,
don
’
t
you
see
,
Tom
?
"
