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"
You
wo
n't
make
it
to
your
car
.
Believe
me
.
"
"
Not
even
to
that
first
rank
?
That
's
closer
than
the
drugstore
.
"
I
did
n't
answer
him
.
Not
then
.
About
an
hour
later
I
found
Ollie
holding
up
the
beer
cooler
and
drinking
a
Busch
.
His
face
was
impassive
but
he
also
seemed
to
be
watching
Mrs.
Carmody
.
She
was
tireless
,
apparently
.
And
she
was
indeed
discussing
human
sacrifice
again
,
only
now
no
one
was
telling
her
to
shut
up
.
Some
of
the
people
who
had
told
her
to
shut
up
yesterday
were
either
with
her
today
or
at
least
willing
to
listen-and
the
others
were
outnumbered
.
"
She
could
have
them
talked
around
to
it
by
tomorrow
morning
,
"
Ollie
remarked
.
"
Maybe
not
...
but
if
she
did
,
who
do
you
think
she
'd
single
out
for
the
honor
?
"
Bud
Brown
had
crossed
her
.
So
had
Amanda
.
There
was
the
man
who
had
struck
her
.
And
then
,
of
course
,
there
was
me
.
"
Ollie
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
think
maybe
half
a
dozen
of
us
could
get
out
of
here
.
I
do
n't
know
how
far
we
'd
-
get
,
but
I
think
we
could
at
least
get
out
.
"
"
How
?
"
I
laid
it
out
for
him
.
It
was
simple
enough
.
If
we
dashed
across
to
my
Scout
and
piled
in
,
they
would
get
no
human
scent
.
At
least
not
with
the
windows
rolled
up
.
"
But
suppose
they
're
attracted
to
some
other
scent
?
"
Ollie
asked
.
"
Exhaust
,
for
instance
?
"
