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The
old
woman
helped
him
,
trembling
,
into
the
boat
.
"
Where
’
s
Tom
?
"
"
He
’
ll
be
here
in
a
minute
,
"
panted
LaFarge
.
They
turned
to
watch
the
alleys
and
the
sleeping
town
.
Late
strollers
were
still
out
:
a
policeman
,
a
night
watchman
,
a
rocket
pilot
,
several
lonely
men
coming
home
from
some
nocturnal
rendezvous
,
four
men
and
women
issuing
from
a
bar
,
laughing
.
Music
played
dimly
somewhere
.
"
Why
doesn
’
t
he
come
?
"
asked
the
old
woman
.
"
He
’
ll
come
,
he
’
ll
come
.
"
But
LaFarge
was
not
certain
.
Suppose
the
boy
had
been
caught
again
,
somehow
,
someway
,
in
his
travel
down
to
the
landing
,
running
through
the
midnight
streets
between
the
dark
houses
.
It
was
a
long
run
,
even
for
a
young
boy
.
But
he
should
have
reached
here
first
.
And
now
,
far
away
,
along
the
moonlit
avenue
,
a
figure
ran
.
LaFarge
cried
out
and
then
silenced
himself
,
for
also
far
away
was
another
sound
of
voices
and
running
feet
.
Lights
blazed
on
in
window
after
window
.
Across
the
open
plaza
leading
to
the
landing
,
the
one
figure
ran
.
It
was
not
Tom
;
it
was
only
a
running
shape
with
a
face
like
silver
shining
in
the
light
of
the
globes
dustered
about
the
plaza
.
And
as
it
rushed
nearer
,
nearer
,
it
became
more
familiar
,
until
when
it
reached
the
landing
it
was
Tom
!
Anna
flung
up
her
hands
.
LaFarge
hurried
to
cast
off
.
But
already
it
was
too
late
.
For
out
of
the
avenue
and
across
the
silent
plaza
now
came
one
man
,
another
,
a
woman
,
two
other
men
,
Mr
.
Spaulding
,
all
running
.
They
stopped
,
bewildered
.
They
stared
about
,
wanting
to
go
back
because
this
could
be
only
a
nightmare
,
it
was
quite
insane
.
But
they
came
on
again
,
hesitantly
,
stopping
,
starting
.
It
was
too
late
.
The
night
,
the
event
,
was
over
.
LaFarge
twisted
the
mooring
rope
in
his
fingers
.
He
was
very
cold
and
lonely
.
The
people
raised
and
put
down
their
feet
in
the
moonlight
,
drifting
with
great
speed
,
wide
-
eyed
,
until
the
crowd
,
all
ten
of
them
,
halted
at
the
landing
.
They
peered
wildly
down
into
the
boat
.
They
cried
out
.
