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re so long they dwindled to a point on the horizon。 Wolf would do more than slow him down； Wolf would sooner or later get both of them thrown in jail。 Probably sooner。 And how could he ever explain Wolf to Rational Richard Sloat？
What Wolf saw on Jack's face in that moment was a look of cold speculation that unhinged his knees。 He fell on them and held his clasped hands up to Jack like a suitor in a bad Victorian melodrama。
'Don't go away an' leave me； Jack；' he wept。 'Don't leave old Wolf； don't leave me here； you brought me here； please； please don't leave me alone 。 。 。 '
Beyond this； conscious words were lost； Wolf was perhaps trying to talk but all he really seemed able to do was sob。 Jack felt a great weariness fall over him。 It fit well； like a jacket that one has worn often。 Don't leave me here； you brought me here 。 。 。
There it was。 Wolf was his responsibility； wasn't he？ Yes。 Oh yes indeed。 He had taken Wolf by the hand and dragged him out of the Territories and into Ohio and he had the throbbing shoulder to prove it。 He had had no choice； of course； Wolf had been drowning； and even if he hadn't drowned； Morgan would have crisped him with whatever that lightning…rod thing had been。 So he could have turned on Wolf again； could have said： Which would you prefer； Wolf old buddy？ To be here and scared； or there and dead？
He could； yes； and Wolf would have no answer because Wolf wasn't too swift in the brains department。 But Uncle Tommy had been fond of quoting a Chinese proverb that went： The man whose life you save is your responsibility for the rest of your life。
Never mind the ducking； never mind the fancy footwork； Wolf was his responsibility。
'Don't leave me； Jack；' Wolf wept。 'Wolf…Wolf！ Please don't leave good old Wolf； I'll help you； I'll stand guard at night； I can do lots； only don't don't…'
'Quit bawling and get up；' Jack said quietly。 'I won't leave you。 But we've got to get out of here in case that guy does send a cop back to check on us。 Let's move it。'
5
'Did you figure out what to do next； Jack？' Wolf asked timidly。 They had been sitting in the brushy ditch just over the Muncie town line for more than half an hour； and when Jack turned toward Wolf； Wolf was relieved to see he was smiling。 It was a weary smile； and Wolf didn't like the dark； tired circles under Jack's eyes （he liked Jack's smell even less…it was a sick smell）； but it was a smile。
'I think I see what we should do next right over there；' Jack said。 'I was thinking about it just a few days ago； when I got my new sneakers。'
He bowed his feet。 He and Wolf regarded the sneakers in depressed silence。 They were scuffed； battered； and dirty。 The left sole was bidding a fond adieu to the left upper。 Jack had owned them for 。 。 。 he wrinkled his forehead and thought。 The fever made it hard to think。 Three days。 Only three days since he had picked them out of the bargain bin of the Fayva store。 Now they looked old。 Old。
'Anyway 。 。 。 ' Jack sighed。 Then he brightened。 'See that building over there； Wolf？'
The building； an explosion of uninteresting angles in gray brick； stood like an island in the middle of a giant parking lot。 Wolf knew what the asphalt in that parking lot would smell like： dead； deposing animals。 That smell would almost suffocate him； and Jack would barely notice it。
'For your information； the sign there said Town Line Sixplex；' Jack said。 'It sounds like a coffee pot； but actually it's a movie with six shows。 There ought to be one we like。' And in the afternoon； there won't be many people there and that's good because you have this distressing habit of going Section Eight； Wolf。 'e on。' He got unsteadily to his feet。
'What's a movie； Jack？' Wolf asked。 He had been a dreadful problem to Jack； he knew…such a dreadful problem that he now hesitated to protest about anything； or even express unease。 But a frightening intuition had e to him： that going to a movie and hitching a ride might be the same thing。 Jack called the roaring carts and carriages 'cars；' and 'Chevys；' and 'Jartrans；' and 'station…wagons' （these latter； Wolf thought； must be like the coaches in the Territories which carried passengers from one coach…station to the next）。 Might the bellowing； stinking carriages also be called 'movies'？ It sounded very possible。
'Well；' Jack said； 'it's easier to show you than to tell you。 I think you'll like it。 e on。'
Jack stumbled ing out of the ditch and went briefly to his knees。 'Jack； are you okay？' Wolf asked anxiously。
Jack nodded。 They started across the parking lot； which smelled just as bad as Wolf had known it would。
6
Jack had e a good part of the thirty…five miles between Arcanum； Ohio； and Muncie； Indiana； on Wolf's broad back。 Wolf was frightened of cars； terrified of trucks； nauseated by the smells of almost everything； apt to howl and run at sudden loud noises。 But he was also almost tireless。 As far as that goes； you can strike the 'almost；' Jack thought now。 So far as I know； he is tireless。
Jack had moved them away from the Arcanum ramp as fast as he could； forcing his wet； aching legs into a rusty trot。 His head had been throbbing like a slick； flexing fist inside his skull； waves of heat and cold rushing through him。 Wolf moved easily to his left； his stride so long that he was keeping up with Jack easily by doing no more than a moderately fast walk。 Jack knew that he had maybe gotten paranoid about the cops； but the man in the CASE FARM EQUIPMENT hat had looked really scared。 And pissed。
They hadn't gone even a quarter of a mile when a deep； burning stitch settled into his side and he asked Wolf if he could give him a piggyback for a while。
'Huh？' Wolf asked。
'You know；' Jack said； and pantomimed。
A big grin had overspread Wolf's face。 Here at last was something he understood； here was something he could do。
'You want a horseyback！' he cried； delighted。 'Yeah； I guess 。 。 。 '
'Oh； yeah！ Wolf！ Here and now！ Used to give em to my litter…brothers！ Jump up； Jack！' Wolf bent down； holding his curved hands ready； stirrups for Jack's thighs。
'Now when I get too heavy； just put me d…'
Before he could finish； Wolf had swept him up and was running lightly down the road with him into the dark…really running。 The cold； rainy air flipped Jack's hair back from his hot brow。
'Wolf； you'll wear yourself out！' Jack shouted。
'Not me！ Wolf！ Wolf！ Runnin here and now！' For the first time since they had e over； Wolf sounded actually happy。 He ran for the next two hours； until they were west of Arcanum and travelling along a dark； unmarked stretch of two…lane black…top。 Jack saw a deserted barn standing slumped in a shaggy； untended field； and they slept there that night。
Wolf wanted nothing to do with downtown areas where the traffic was a roaring flood and the stinks rose up to heaven in a noxious cloud； and Jack didn't want anything to do with them； either。 Wolf stuck out too much。 But he had forced one stop； at a roadside store just across the Indiana line； near Harrisville。 While Wolf waited nervously out by the road； hunkering down； digging at the dirt； getting up； walking around in a stiff little circle； then hunkering again； Jack bought a newspaper and checked the weather page carefully。 The next full moon was on October 31st…Halloween； that was fitting enough。 Jack turned back to the front page so he could see what day it was today 。 。 。 yesterday； that had been now。 It had been October 26th。
7
Jack pulled open one of the glass doors and stepped inside the lobby of the Town Line Sixplex。 He looked around sharply at Wolf； but Wolf looked…for the moment； at least…pretty much okay。 Wolf was； in fact； cautiously optimistic 。 。 。 at least for the moment。 He didn't like being inside a building； but at least it wasn't a car。 There was a good smell in here…light and sort of tasty。 Or would have been； except for a bitter； almost rancid undersmell。 Wolf looked left and saw a glass box full of white stuff。 That was the source of the good light smell。
'Jack；' he whispered。
'Huh？'
'I want some of that white stuff； please。 But none of the pee。'
'Pee？ What are you talking about？'
Wolf searched for a more formal word and found it。 'Urine。' He pointed at a thing with a light going off and on inside it。 BUTTERY FLAVORING； it read。 'That's some kind of urine； isn't it？ It's got to be； the way it smells。'
Jack smiled tiredly。 'A popcorn without the fake butter； right；' he said。 'Now pipe down； okay？'
'Sure； Jack；' Wolf said humbly。 'Right here and now。'
The ticket…girl had been chewing a big wad of grape…flavored bubble gum。 Now she stopped。 She looked at Jack； then at Jack's big； hulking panion。 The gum sat on her tongue inside her half…open mouth like a large purple tumor。 She rolled her eyes at the guy behind the counter。
'Two； please；' Jack said。 He took out his roll of bills； dirty； tag…eared ones with an orphan five hiding in the middle。
'Which show？' Her eyes moved back and forth； back and forth； Jack to Wolf and Wolf to Jack。 She looked like a woman watching a hot table…tennis match。
'Wha