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"
I
'll
tell
you
when
we
get
there
.
"
Jud
turned
away
.
"
Mind
the
tussocks
.
"
They
began
to
walk
again
,
stepping
from
one
broad
hummock
to
the
next
.
Louis
did
not
feel
for
them
.
His
feet
seemed
to
find
them
automatically
,
with
no
effort
from
him
.
He
slipped
only
once
,
his
left
shoe
breaking
through
a
thin
scum
of
ice
and
dipping
into
cold
and
somehow
slimy
standing
water
.
He
pulled
it
out
quickly
and
went
on
,
following
Jud
's
bobbing
light
.
That
light
,
floating
through
the
woods
,
brought
back
memories
of
the
pirate
tales
he
had
liked
to
read
as
a
boy
.
Evil
men
off
to
bury
gold
doubloons
by
the
dark
of
the
moon
...
and
of
course
one
of
them
would
be
tumbled
into
the
pit
on
top
of
the
chest
,
a
bullet
in
his
heart
,
because
the
pirates
had
believed
--
or
so
the
authors
of
these
lurid
tales
solemnly
attested
--
that
the
dead
comrade
's
ghost
would
remain
there
to
guard
the
swag
.
Except
it
's
not
treasure
we
've
come
to
bury
.
Just
my
daughter
's
castrated
cat
.
He
felt
wild
laughter
bubble
up
inside
and
stifled
it
.
He
did
not
hear
any
"
sounds
like
voices
,
"
nor
did
he
see
any
St.
Elmo
's
fire
,
but
after
stepping
over
half
a
dozen
tussocks
,
he
looked
down
and
saw
that
his
feet
,
calves
,
knees
,
and
lower
thighs
had
disappeared
into
a
ground
fog
that
was
perfectly
smooth
,
perfectly
white
,
and
perfectly
opaque
.
It
was
like
moving
through
the
world
's
lightest
drift
of
snow
.
The
air
seemed
to
have
a
quality
of
light
in
it
now
,
and
it
was
warmer
,
he
could
have
sworn
it
.
He
could
see
Jud
before
him
,
moving
steadily
along
,
the
blunt
end
of
the
pick
hooked
over
his
shoulder
.
The
pick
enhanced
the
illusion
of
a
man
intent
on
burying
treasure
.
That
crazy
sense
of
exhilaration
persisted
,
and
he
suddenly
wondered
if
maybe
Rachel
was
trying
to
call
him
;
if
,
back
in
the
house
,
the
phone
was
ringing
and
ringing
,
making
its
rational
,
prosaic
sound
.
If
--
He
almost
walked
into
Jud
's
back
again
.
The
old
man
had
stopped
in
the
middle
of
the
path
.
His
head
was
cocked
to
one
side
.
His
mouth
was
pursed
and
tense
.
"
Jud
?
What
's
--
"
