scared. . . .'
But if she heard, she went on biting the back of her hand, her voice the voice of someone come out of the sea after no air, a long dread time deep, no hope of life and now set free.
'Gone? She's at the bottom! Poor girl. I knew her. “I know you!” I said when I first saw her a minute ago. I waved, she waved. “Hello!” I ran! - bang! I fell. She fell. A dozen, a thousand of her fell. “Wait!” I said. Oh, she looked so fine, so lovely, so young. But it scared me. “What're you doing here?” I said. “Why,” I think she said, “I'm real. You're not!” she laughed, way under water. She ran off in the maze. We must find her! Before - '
Miss Foley, Will's arm around her, took a last trembling breath and grew strangely quiet.
Jim was staring deep into those cold mirrors, looking for sharks that could not be seen.
'Miss Foley,' he said, 'what did she look like?'
Miss Foley's voice was pale but calm.
'The fact is. . .she looked like myself, many, many years ago.
'I'll go home now.' she said.
'Miss Foley, we'll - '
'No. Stay. I'm just fine. Have fun, boys. Enjoy.'
And she walked slowly away, alone, down the midway.
Somewhere a vast animal made water. Ammonia made the wind turn ancient as it passed.
'I'm leaving!' said Will.
'Will,' said Jim. 'We're staying until sundown, boy, dark sundown, and figure it all. You chicken?'
'No,' murmured Will. 'But. . .anybody want to dive back in that maze?'
Jim gazed fiercely deep into the bottomless sea, where now only the pure light glanced back at itself, help up emptiness upon emptiness beyond emptiness before their eyes.
'Nobody.' Jim let his heart beat twice. '. . .I guess.'
16
A bad thing happened at sunset.
Jim vanished.
Through noon and after noon, they had screamed up half the rides, knocked over dirty milkbottles, smashed kewpiedoll winning plates, smelling, listening, looking their way through the autumn crowd trampling the leafy sawdust.
And then quite suddenly Jim was gone.
And Will, not asking anyone but himself, absolutely silent certainsure, walked steadily through the late crowd as the sky was turning plum coloured until he came to the maze and paid his dime and stepped up inside and called softly just one time:
'. . .Jim. . .'
And Jim was there, half in, half out of the cold glass tides like someone abandoned on a seashore when a dose friend has gone far out, and there is wonder if he will ever come back. Jim stood as if he had not moved so much as an eyelash in five minutes, staring, his mouth halfopen, waiting for the next wave to come in and show him more.
'Jim! Get outa there!'
'Will. . .' Jim sighed faintly. 'Let me be.'
'Like heck!' With one leap, Will grabbed Jim's belt and hauled. Shuffling backward, Jim did not seem to know he was being dragged from the maze, for he kept protesting in awe at some unseen wonder: 'Oh, Will, oh, Willy, Will, oh, Willy. . .'
'Jim, you nut. I'm taking you home!'
'What? What? What?'
They were in cold air. The sky was darker than plums now, with a few clouds burning late sunfire above. The sunfire flamed on Jim's feverish cheeks, his open lips, his wide and terribly rich green shining eyes.
'Jim, what'd you see in there? The same as Miss Foley?'
'What, what?
'I'm gonna, bust your nose! Come on!' He hustled, pulled, shoved, half carried this fever, this elation, unstruggling friend.
'Can't tell you, Will, wouldn't believe, can't tell you,in there, oh, in there, in there. . .'
'Shut up!' Will socked his arm. 'Scare heck outa me, just like she scared us. Bugs! It's almost suppertime. Folks'll think we're dead and buried!'
They were striding now, slashing the autumn grass with their shoes, beyond the tents in the haysmelling,
But if she heard, she went on biting the back of her hand, her voice the voice of someone come out of the sea after no air, a long dread time deep, no hope of life and now set free.
'Gone? She's at the bottom! Poor girl. I knew her. “I know you!” I said when I first saw her a minute ago. I waved, she waved. “Hello!” I ran! - bang! I fell. She fell. A dozen, a thousand of her fell. “Wait!” I said. Oh, she looked so fine, so lovely, so young. But it scared me. “What're you doing here?” I said. “Why,” I think she said, “I'm real. You're not!” she laughed, way under water. She ran off in the maze. We must find her! Before - '
Miss Foley, Will's arm around her, took a last trembling breath and grew strangely quiet.
Jim was staring deep into those cold mirrors, looking for sharks that could not be seen.
'Miss Foley,' he said, 'what did she look like?'
Miss Foley's voice was pale but calm.
'The fact is. . .she looked like myself, many, many years ago.
'I'll go home now.' she said.
'Miss Foley, we'll - '
'No. Stay. I'm just fine. Have fun, boys. Enjoy.'
And she walked slowly away, alone, down the midway.
Somewhere a vast animal made water. Ammonia made the wind turn ancient as it passed.
'I'm leaving!' said Will.
'Will,' said Jim. 'We're staying until sundown, boy, dark sundown, and figure it all. You chicken?'
'No,' murmured Will. 'But. . .anybody want to dive back in that maze?'
Jim gazed fiercely deep into the bottomless sea, where now only the pure light glanced back at itself, help up emptiness upon emptiness beyond emptiness before their eyes.
'Nobody.' Jim let his heart beat twice. '. . .I guess.'
16
A bad thing happened at sunset.
Jim vanished.
Through noon and after noon, they had screamed up half the rides, knocked over dirty milkbottles, smashed kewpiedoll winning plates, smelling, listening, looking their way through the autumn crowd trampling the leafy sawdust.
And then quite suddenly Jim was gone.
And Will, not asking anyone but himself, absolutely silent certainsure, walked steadily through the late crowd as the sky was turning plum coloured until he came to the maze and paid his dime and stepped up inside and called softly just one time:
'. . .Jim. . .'
And Jim was there, half in, half out of the cold glass tides like someone abandoned on a seashore when a dose friend has gone far out, and there is wonder if he will ever come back. Jim stood as if he had not moved so much as an eyelash in five minutes, staring, his mouth halfopen, waiting for the next wave to come in and show him more.
'Jim! Get outa there!'
'Will. . .' Jim sighed faintly. 'Let me be.'
'Like heck!' With one leap, Will grabbed Jim's belt and hauled. Shuffling backward, Jim did not seem to know he was being dragged from the maze, for he kept protesting in awe at some unseen wonder: 'Oh, Will, oh, Willy, Will, oh, Willy. . .'
'Jim, you nut. I'm taking you home!'
'What? What? What?'
They were in cold air. The sky was darker than plums now, with a few clouds burning late sunfire above. The sunfire flamed on Jim's feverish cheeks, his open lips, his wide and terribly rich green shining eyes.
'Jim, what'd you see in there? The same as Miss Foley?'
'What, what?
'I'm gonna, bust your nose! Come on!' He hustled, pulled, shoved, half carried this fever, this elation, unstruggling friend.
'Can't tell you, Will, wouldn't believe, can't tell you,in there, oh, in there, in there. . .'
'Shut up!' Will socked his arm. 'Scare heck outa me, just like she scared us. Bugs! It's almost suppertime. Folks'll think we're dead and buried!'
They were striding now, slashing the autumn grass with their shoes, beyond the tents in the haysmelling,
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