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They
crossed
a
street
,
and
three
drunken
men
careened
into
them
.
There
was
much
confusion
,
a
separation
,
a
wheeling
about
,
and
then
LaFarge
stood
stunned
.
Tom
was
gone
.
"
Where
is
he
?
"
asked
Anna
irritably
.
"
Him
always
running
off
alone
any
chance
he
gets
.
Tom
!
"
she
called
.
Mr
.
LaFarge
hurried
through
the
crowd
,
but
Tom
was
gone
.
"
He
’
ll
come
back
;
he
’
ll
be
at
the
boat
when
we
leave
,
"
said
Anna
certainly
,
steering
her
husband
back
toward
the
motion
-
picture
theater
.
There
was
a
sudden
commotion
in
the
crowd
,
and
a
man
and
woman
rushed
by
LaFarge
.
He
recognized
them
.
Joe
Spaulding
and
his
wife
.
They
were
gone
before
he
could
speak
to
them
.
Looking
back
anxiously
,
he
purchased
the
tickets
for
the
theater
and
allowed
his
wife
to
draw
him
into
the
unwelcome
darkness
.
Tom
was
not
at
the
landing
at
eleven
o
’
clock
.
Mrs
.
LaFarge
turned
very
pale
.
"
Now
,
Mother
,
"
said
LaFarge
,
"
don
’
t
worry
.
I
’
ll
find
him
.
Wait
here
.
"
"
Hurry
back
.
"
Her
voice
faded
into
the
ripple
of
the
water
.
He
walked
through
the
night
streets
,
hands
in
pockets
.
All
about
,
lights
were
going
out
one
by
one
.
A
few
people
were
still
leaning
out
their
windows
,
for
the
night
was
warm
,
even
though
the
sky
still
held
storm
clouds
from
time
to
time
among
the
stars
.
As
he
walked
he
recalled
the
boy
’
s
constant
references
to
being
trapped
,
his
fear
of
crowds
and
cities
.
There
was
no
sense
in
it
,
thought
the
old
man
tiredly
.
Perhaps
the
boy
was
gone
forever
,
perhaps
he
had
never
been
.
LaFarge
turned
in
at
a
particular
alley
,
watching
the
numbers
.
