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Then
Jud
shifted
the
flashlight
and
that
look
was
gone
.
"
There
's
a
lot
of
funny
things
down
this
way
,
Louis
.
The
air
's
heavier
...
more
electrical
...
or
somethin
.
"
Louis
started
.
"
What
's
wrong
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
Louis
said
,
thinking
of
that
night
on
the
dead-end
road
.
"
You
might
see
St.
Elmo
's
fire
--
what
the
sailors
call
foo-lights
.
It
makes
funny
shapes
,
but
it
's
nothing
.
If
you
should
see
some
of
those
shapes
and
they
bother
you
,
just
look
the
other
way
.
You
may
hear
sounds
like
voices
,
but
they
are
the
loons
down
south
toward
Prospect
.
The
sound
carries
.
It
's
funny
.
"
"
Loons
?
"
Louis
said
doubtfully
.
"
This
time
of
year
?
"
"
Oh
,
ayuh
,
"
Jud
said
again
,
and
his
voice
was
terribly
bland
and
totally
unreadable
.
For
a
moment
Louis
wished
desperately
he
could
see
the
old
man
's
face
again
.
That
look
--
"
Jud
,
where
are
we
going
?
What
the
hell
are
we
doing
out
here
in
the
back
of
the
beyond
?
"
