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We
reached
the
second
shed
on
the
path
,
the
one
down
by
the
wall
.
It
stood
back
in
a
bower
of
scrub
pines
,
its
sagging
roof
and
boarded-over
windows
laced
and
dappled
with
shadows
.
I
started
toward
it
.
Elaine
hung
back
a
moment
,
looking
fearful
.
"
It
's
all
right
,
"
I
said
.
"
Really
.
Come
on
.
"
There
was
no
latch
on
the
door
--
there
had
been
once
,
but
it
had
been
torn
away
--
and
so
I
used
a
folded-over
square
of
cardboard
to
wedge
it
shut
.
I
pulled
it
free
now
,
and
stepped
into
the
shed
.
I
left
the
door
as
wide
open
as
it
would
go
,
because
it
was
dark
inside
.
"
Paul
,
what
?
...
Oh
.
Oh
!
"
That
second
"
oh
"
was
just
shy
of
a
scream
.
There
was
a
table
pushed
off
to
one
side
.
On
it
was
a
flashlight
and
a
brown
paper
bag
.
On
the
dirty
floor
was
a
Hav-A-Tampa
cigar
box
I
'd
gotten
from
the
concession
man
who
refills
the
home
's
soft-drink
and
candy
machines
.
I
'd
asked
him
for
it
special
,
and
since
his
company
also
sells
tobacco
products
,
it
was
easy
for
him
to
get
.
I
offered
to
pay
him
for
it
--
they
were
valuable
commodities
when
I
worked
at
Cold
Mountain
,
as
I
may
have
told
you
--
but
he
just
laughed
me
off
.
Peering
over
the
edge
of
it
were
a
pair
of
bright
little
oilspot
eyes
.
"
Mr.
Jingles
,
"
I
said
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Come
over
here
.
Come
on
over
here
,
old
boy
,
and
see
this
lady
.
"
I
squatted
down
--
it
hurt
,
but
I
managed
--
and
held
out
my
hand
.
At
first
I
did
n't
think
he
was
going
to
be
able
to
get
over
the
side
of
the
box
this
time
,
but
he
made
it
with
one
final
lunge
.
He
landed
on
his
side
,
then
regained
his
feet
,
and
came
over
to
me
.
He
ran
with
a
hitching
limp
in
one
of
his
back
legs
;
the
injury
that
Percy
had
inflicted
had
come
back
in
Mr.
Jingles
's
old
age
.
His
old
,
old
age
.
Except
for
the
top
of
his
head
and
the
tip
of
his
tail
,
his
fur
had
gone
entirely
gray
.
He
hopped
onto
the
palm
of
my
hand
.
I
raised
him
up
and
he
stretched
his
neck
out
,
sniffing
at
my
breath
with
his
ears
laid
back
and
his
tiny
dark
eyes
avid
.
I
held
my
hand
out
toward
Elaine
,
who
looked
at
the
mouse
with
wide-eyed
wonder
,
her
lips
parted
.
"
It
ca
n't
be
,
"
she
said
,
and
raised
her
eyes
to
me
.
