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(
wish
the
other
one
was
buried
that
way
only
not
with
us
in
it
)
and
the
tops
of
the
cement
rings
protruded
in
two
places
like
Eskimo
igloos
.
Danny
tramped
over
there
,
squatted
,
and
began
to
dig
.
Before
long
he
had
uncovered
the
dark
mouth
of
one
of
them
and
he
slipped
into
the
cold
tunnel
.
In
his
mind
he
was
Patrick
McGoohan
,
the
Secret
Agent
Man
(
they
had
shown
the
reruns
of
that
program
twice
on
the
Burlington
TV
channel
and
his
daddy
never
missed
them
;
he
would
skip
a
party
to
stay
home
and
watch
"
Secret
Agent
"
or
"
The
Avengers
"
and
Danny
had
always
watched
with
him
)
,
on
the
run
from
KGB
agents
in
the
mountains
of
Switzerland
.
There
had
been
avalanches
in
the
area
and
the
notorious
KGB
agent
Slobbo
had
killed
his
girlfriend
with
a
poison
dart
,
but
somewhere
near
was
the
Russian
antigravity
machine
.
Perhaps
at
the
end
of
this
very
tunnel
.
He
drew
his
automatic
and
went
along
the
concrete
tunnel
,
his
eyes
wide
and
alert
,
his
breath
pluming
out
.
The
far
end
of
the
concrete
ring
was
solidly
blocked
with
snow
.
He
tried
digging
through
it
and
was
amazed
(
and
a
little
uneasy
)
to
see
how
solid
it
was
,
almost
like
ice
from
the
cold
and
the
constant
weight
of
more
snow
on
top
of
it
.
His
make
-
believe
game
collapsed
around
him
and
he
was
suddenly
aware
that
he
felt
closed
in
and
extremely
nervous
in
this
tight
ring
of
cement
.
He
could
hear
his
breathing
;
it
sounded
dank
and
quick
and
hollow
.
He
was
under
the
snow
,
and
hardly
any
light
filtered
down
the
hole
he
had
dug
to
get
in
here
.
Suddenly
he
wanted
to
be
out
in
the
sunlight
more
than
anything
,
suddenly
he
remembered
his
daddy
and
mommy
were
sleeping
and
didn
’
t
know
there
he
was
,
that
if
the
hole
he
dug
caved
in
he
would
be
trapped
,
and
the
Overlook
didn
’
t
like
him
.
Danny
got
turned
around
with
some
difficulty
and
crawled
back
along
the
length
of
the
concrete
ring
,
his
snowshoes
clacking
woodenly
together
behind
him
,
his
palms
crackling
in
last
fall
’
s
dead
aspen
leaves
beneath
him
.
He
had
just
reached
the
end
and
the
cold
spill
of
light
coming
down
from
above
when
the
snow
did
give
in
,
a
minor
fall
,
but
enough
to
powder
his
face
and
clog
the
opening
he
had
wriggled
down
through
and
leave
him
in
darkness
.
For
a
moment
his
brain
froze
in
utter
panic
and
he
could
not
think
.
Then
,
as
if
from
far
off
,
he
heard
his
daddy
telling
him
that
he
must
never
play
at
the
Stovington
dump
,
because
sometimes
stupid
people
hauled
old
refrigerators
off
to
the
dump
without
removing
the
doors
and
if
you
got
in
one
and
the
door
happened
to
shut
on
you
,
there
was
no
way
to
get
out
.
You
would
die
in
the
darkness
.
(
You
wouldn
’
t
want
a
thing
like
that
to
happen
to
you
,
would
you
,
doc
?
)
(
No
,
Daddy
.
)
