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"
Is
there
a
drink
?
"
he
said
.
He
felt
a
bottle
put
cool
into
his
hand
.
"
Thanks
.
"
He
drank
.
He
wiped
his
mouth
.
"
All
right
,
"
he
said
.
"
Be
careful
.
We
have
all
the
time
we
want
.
I
don
’
t
want
any
more
lost
.
You
’
ll
have
to
kill
him
.
He
won
’
t
come
down
.
Make
it
a
clean
shot
if
you
can
.
Don
’
t
mess
him
.
Get
it
over
with
.
"
"
I
’
ll
blow
his
damned
brains
out
,
"
said
Sam
Parkhill
.
"
No
,
through
the
chest
,
"
said
the
captain
.
He
could
see
Spender
’
s
strong
,
clearly
determined
face
.
"
His
bloody
brains
,
"
said
Parkhill
.
The
captain
handed
him
the
bottle
jerkingly
.
"
You
heard
what
I
said
.
Through
the
chest
"
Parkhill
muttered
to
himself
.
"
Now
,
"
said
the
captain
.
They
spread
again
,
walking
and
then
running
,
and
then
walking
on
the
hot
hillside
places
where
there
would
be
sudden
cool
grottoes
that
smelled
of
moss
,
and
sudden
open
blasting
places
that
smelled
of
sun
on
stone
.
I
hate
being
clever
,
thought
the
captain
,
when
you
don
’
t
really
feel
clever
and
don
’
t
want
to
be
clever
.
To
sneak
around
and
make
plans
and
feel
big
about
making
them
.
