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After
supper
the
boys
had
come
out
in
the
day
’
s
waning
light
to
stand
solemnly
around
the
charred
and
blackened
nest
.
From
the
hot
interior
had
come
the
sound
of
wasp
bodies
popping
like
corn
.
The
pressure
gauge
stood
at
two
-
twenty
.
A
low
iron
wailing
sound
was
building
up
in
the
guts
of
the
thing
.
Jets
of
steam
stood
out
erect
in
a
hundred
places
like
porcupine
quills
.
(
Fire
will
kill
anything
.
)
Jack
suddenly
started
.
He
had
been
dozing
off
…
and
he
had
almost
dozed
himself
right
into
kingdom
cone
.
What
in
God
’
s
name
had
he
been
thinking
of
?
Protecting
the
hotel
was
his
job
.
He
was
the
caretaker
.
A
sweat
of
terror
sprang
to
his
hands
so
quickly
that
at
first
he
missed
his
grip
on
the
large
valve
.
Then
he
curled
his
fingers
around
its
spokes
.
He
whirled
it
one
turn
,
two
,
three
.
There
was
a
giant
hiss
of
steam
,
dragon
’
s
breath
.
A
warm
tropical
mist
rose
from
beneath
the
boiler
and
veiled
him
.
For
a
moment
he
could
no
longer
see
the
dial
but
thought
he
must
have
waited
too
long
;
the
groaning
,
clanking
sound
inside
the
boiler
increased
,
followed
by
a
series
of
heavy
rattling
sounds
and
the
wrenching
screech
of
metal
.
When
some
of
the
steam
blew
away
he
saw
that
the
pressure
gauge
had
dropped
back
to
two
hundred
and
was
still
sinking
.
The
jets
of
steam
escaping
around
the
soldered
patches
began
to
lose
their
force
.
The
wrenching
,
grinding
sounds
began
to
diminish
.
One
-
ninety
…
one
-
eighty
…
one
seventy
-
five
…
(
He
was
going
downhill
,
going
ninety
miles
an
hour
,
when
the
whistle
broke
into
a
scream
-
)
But
he
didn
’
t
think
it
would
blow
now
.
The
press
was
down
to
one
-
sixty
.
