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People
were
running
toward
the
old
duck
's
house
,
and
as
Steve
banked
his
bike
across
the
road
and
pulled
into
Louis
's
driveway
,
he
saw
a
man
dash
up
onto
the
old
duck
's
porch
,
approach
the
front
door
,
and
then
retreat
.
It
was
well
that
he
did
;
a
moment
later
the
glass
pane
in
the
center
of
the
door
blew
out
,
and
flames
boiled
through
the
opening
.
If
the
fool
actually
had
gotten
the
door
open
,
the
blowout
would
have
cooked
him
like
a
lobster
.
Steve
dismounted
and
put
the
Honda
on
its
kickstand
,
Louis
momentarily
forgotten
.
He
was
drawn
by
all
the
old
mystery
of
fire
.
Maybe
half
a
dozen
people
had
gathered
;
except
for
the
would-be-hero
,
who
lingered
on
the
Crandalls
"
lawn
,
they
kept
a
respectful
distance
.
Now
the
windows
,
between
the
porch
and
the
house
blew
out
.
Glass
danced
in
the
air
.
The
would-be
hero
ducked
and
ran
for
it
.
Flames
ran
up
the
inner
wall
of
the
porch
like
groping
hands
,
blistering
the
white
paint
.
As
Steve
watched
,
one
of
the
rattan
easy
chairs
smouldered
and
then
exploded
into
flame
.
Over
the
crackling
sounds
,
he
heard
the
would-be
hero
cry
out
with
a
shrill
and
absurd
sort
of
optimism
:
"
Gon
na
lose
her
!
Gon
na
lose
her
sure
!
If
Jud
's
there
,
he
's
a
gone
goose
!
Told
im
about
the
creosote
in
that
chimbly
a
hunnert
times
!
"
Steve
opened
his
mouth
to
holler
across
and
ask
if
the
fire
department
had
been
called
,
but
just
then
he
heard
the
faint
wail
of
sirens
,
approaching
.
A
lot
of
them
.
They
had
been
called
,
but
the
would-be
hero
was
right
:
the
house
was
going
.
Flames
probed
through
half
a
dozen
broken
windows
now
,
and
the
front
eave
had
grown
an
almost
transparent
membrane
of
fire
over
its
bright
green
shingles
.
He
turned
back
,
then
,
remembering
Louis
--
but
if
Louis
were
here
,
would
n't
he
be
with
the
others
across
the
street
?
Steve
caught
something
then
,
just
barely
caught
it
with
the
tail
of
his
eye
.
Beyond
the
head
of
Louis
's
hot-topped
driveway
there
was
a
field
that
stretched
up
a
long
,
gently
rising
hill
.
The
timothy
grass
,
although
still
green
,
had
grown
high
already
this
May
,
but
Steve
could
see
a
path
,
almost
as
neatly
mowed
as
a
putting
green
on
a
golf
course
.
It
wound
and
meandered
its
way
up
the
slope
of
the
field
,
rising
to
meet
the
woods
that
began
,
thick
and
green
,
just
below
the
horizon
.
It
was
here
,
where
the
pale
green
of
the
timothy
grass
met
the
thicker
,
denser
green
of
the
woods
,
that
Steve
had
seen
movement
--
a
flash
of
bright
white
that
seemed
to
be
moving
.
It
was
gone
almost
as
soon
as
his
eye
registered
it
,
but
it
had
seemed
to
him
for
that
brief
moment
that
he
had
seen
a
man
carrying
a
white
bundle
.
That
was
Louis
,
his
mind
told
him
with
sudden
irrational
certainty
.
That
was
Louis
,
and
you
better
get
to
him
quick
because
something
damn
bad
has
happened
and
pretty
quick
something
even
more
damn
bad
is
going
to
happen
if
you
do
n't
stop
him
.
He
stood
indecisively
at
the
head
of
the
driveway
,
shifting
one
foot
for
the
other
,
his
weight
jittery
between
the
two
of
them
.
