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"
Why
,
from
Stanny
B.
,
"
he
said
,
looking
surprised
.
"
He
just
told
you
?
"
"
No
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
It
is
n't
the
kind
of
place
you
just
tell
somebody
about
.
I
buried
my
dog
Spot
up
there
when
I
was
ten
.
He
was
chasing
a
rabbit
,
and
he
run
on
some
rusty
barbed
wire
.
The
wounds
infected
and
it
killed
him
.
"
There
was
something
wrong
about
that
,
something
that
did
n't
fit
with
something
Louis
had
been
previously
told
,
but
he
was
too
tired
to
puzzle
out
the
discontinuity
.
Jud
said
no
more
;
only
looked
at
him
from
his
inscrutable
old
man
's
eyes
.
"
Goodnight
,
Jud
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Goodnight
.
"
The
old
man
crossed
the
road
,
carrying
his
pick
and
shovel
.
"
Thanks
!
"
Louis
called
impulsively
.
Jud
did
n't
turn
;
he
only
raised
one
hand
to
indicate
he
had
heard
.
And
in
the
house
,
suddenly
,
the
telephone
began
to
ring
.
