Pete screamed again, and passed out. He lay back down on the seat, put Duddits's arms around him again (as best he could), and played dead. 'Do a good job and p'raps you'll change my mind, buck. 'What you got today? Tuna fish?' 'Egg salad.
Pete sat there in the lessening snow — huge flakes falling in a shifting wave that looked like lace — with his leg stuck out in front of him and his mouth open. Pete pitched forward into the snow. 'Can't stay here, can't take no rest!' Henry cried in his new hortatory voice. He turned the thumb-lock, shot the bolt, then stood there, peering out.
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