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　ride　from　a　stranger。'　But；　in　the　vernacular；　she　had　accepted　several　rides　from　Steven　Kemp；　who　was　almost　a　stranger。　If　the　hypothetical　man　was　friendly；　and　if　she　was　anxious　to　get　her　son　home；　she　might　have　accepted。　And　maybe　the　nice；　smiling　man　was　some　kind　of　a　freak。　They　had　had　just　such　a　freak　here　in　Castle　Rock　before；　Frank　Dodd。　Maybe　the　nice；　smiling　man　had　left　them　in　the　brush　with　their　throats　cut　and　had　hied　on　his　merry　way。　If　that　was　the　case；　the　Pinto　would　be　at　Camber's。
Andy　did　not　think　this　fine　of　reasoning　likely；　but　it　was　possible。　He　would　have　sent　a　man　up　to　the　Cambers'　anyway　…　it　was　routine　…　but　he　liked　to　understand　why　he　was　doing　each　thing　he　was　doing。　He　thought　that；　for　all　practical　purposes；　he　could　dismiss　Camber's　Garage　from　the　structure　of　logic　and　order　he　was　building。　He　supposed　she　could　have　gone　up　there；　discovered　the　Cambers　were　gone；　and　then　had　her　car　conk　out　on　her；　but　Castle　Rock's　Town　Road　No。　3　was　hardly　Antartica。　She　and　the　kid　had　only　to　walk　to　the　nearest　house　and　ask　to　use　the　phone　in　that　case；　but　they　hadn't　done　it。
'Mr。　Townsend；'　he　said　in　his　soft　voice。　'You　and　Sheriff　Bannerman　here　ought　to　take　a　ride　out　to　this　Joe　Camber's　Garage。　Verify　three　things：　no　blue　Pinto　there；　license。　number　218　…8　64；　no　Donna　and　Theodore　Trenton　there；　no　Cambers　there。　Got　that？'
'Fine；'　Townsend　said。　'Do　you　want
'I　want　only　those　three　things；'　Andy　said　softly。　He　didn't　like　the　way　Bannerman　was　looking　at　him；　and　with　a　kind　of　weary　contempt。　It　upset　him。　'If　any　of　those　three　are　there；　call　me　here。　And　if　I'm　not　here；　I'll　leave　a　number。　Understood？'
The　telephone　rang。　Bannerman　picked　it　up；　listened；　and　offered　it　to　Andy　Masen。　'For　you；　hotshot。'
Their　eyes　locked　over　the　telephone。　Masen　thought　that　Bannerman　would　drop　his；　but　he　didn't。　After　a　moment　Andy　took　the　phone。　The　call　was　from　the　State　Police　barracks　in　Scarborough。　Steve　Kemp　had　been　picked　up。　His　van　had　been　spotted　in　the　courtyard　of　a　small　motel　in　the　Massachusetts　town　of　Twickenham。　The　woman　and　the　boy　were　not　with　him。　After　receiving　the　Miranda；
Kemp　had　given　his　name　and　had　since　been　standing　on　his　right　to　remain　silent。
Andy　Masen　found　that　extremely　ominious　news。
'Townsend；　you　e　with　me；'　he　said。　'You　can　handle　the　Camber　place　by　yourself；　can't　you；　Sheriff　Bannerman？'
'It's　my　town；'　Bannerman　said。
Andy　Masen　lit　a　cigarette　and　looked　at　Bannerman　through　the　shifting　smoke。　'Have　you　got　a　problem　with　me；　Sheriff？'
Bannerman　smiled。　'Nothing　I　can't　handle。'
Christ；　I　hate　these　hicks；　Masen　thought；　watching　Bannerman　leave。　But　he's　out　of　the　play　now；　anyway。　Thank　God　for　small　favors。
Bannerman　got　behind　the　wheel　of　his　cruiser；　fired　it　up；　and　backed　out　of　the　Trenton　driveway。　It　was　twenty　minutes　after　seven。　He　was　almost　amused　at　how　neatly　Masen　had　shunted　him　off　onto　a　siding。　They　were　headed　toward　the　heart　of　the　matter；　he　was　headed　nowhere。　But　ole　Hank　Townsend　was　going　to　have　to　listen　to　a　whole　morning's　worth　of　Masen's　bullshit；　so　maybe　he　had　gotten　off　well　at　that。
George　Bannerman　loafed　out　Route　117　toward　the　Maple　Sugar　Road；　siren　and　flashers　off。　It　surely　was　a　pretty　day。　And　he　saw　no　need　to　hurry。
Donna　and　Tad　Trenton　were　sleeping。
Their　positions　were　very　similar：　the　awkward　sleeping　positions　of　those　forced　to　spend　long　hours　on　interstate　buses。　Their　heads　lolled　against　the　sockets　of　their　shoulders；　Donna's　turned　to　the　left；　Tad's　to　the　right。　Tad's　hands　lay　in　his　lap　like　a　beached　fish。　Now　and　again　they　would　twitch。　His　breathing　was　harsh　and　stertorous。　His　lips　were　blistered；　his　eyelids　a　purplish　color。　A　line　of　spittle　running　from　the　corner　of　his　mouth　to　the　soft　line　of　his　jaw　had　begun　to　dry。
Donna　was　in　middle　sleep。　As　exhausted　as　she　was；　her　cramped　position　and　the　pain　in　her　leg　and　belly　and　now　her　fingers　（in　his　seizure　Tad　had　bitten　them　to　the　bone）　would　let　her　sink　no　deeper。　Her　hair　clung　to　her　head　in　sweaty　strings。　The　gauze　pads　on　her　left　leg　had　soaked　through　again；　and　the　flesh　around　the　superficial　wounds　on　her　belly　had　gone　an　ugly　red。　Her　breathing　was　also　harsh；　but　not　as　uneven　as　Tad's。
Tad　Trenton　was　very　close　to　the　end　of　his　endurance。　Dehydration　was　well　advanced。　He　had　lost　electrolytes；　chlorides；　and　sodium　through　his　perspiration。　Nothing　had　replaced　them。　His　inner　defenses　were　being　steadily　rolled　back；　and　now　he　had　entered　the　final　critical　stage。　His　life　had　grown　light；　not　sunken　firmly　into　his　flesh　and　…bones　but　trembling；　ready　to　depart　on　any　puff　of　wind。
In　his　feverish　dreams　his　father　pushed　him　on　the　swing；　higher　and　higher；　and　he　did　not　see　their　back　yard　but　the　duckpond；　and　the　breeze　was　cool　on　his　sunburned　forehead；　his　aching　eyes；　his　blistered　lips。
Cujo　also　slept。
He　lay　on　the　verge　of　grass　by　the　porch；　his　mangled　snout　on　his　forepaws。　His　dreams　were　confused；　lunatic　things。　It　was　dusk；　and　the　sky　was　dark　with　wheeling；　red…eyed　bats。　He　leaped　at　them　again　and　again；　and　each　time　he　leaped　he　brought　one　down；　teeth　clamped　on　a　leathery；　twitching　wing。　But　the　bats　kept　biting　his　tender　face　with　their　sharp　little　rat…teeth。　That　was　where　the　pain　came　from。　That　was　where　all　the　hurt　came　from。　But　he　would　kill　them　A。　He　would　
He　woke　suddenly；　his　head　lifting　from　his　paws；　his　head　cocking。
A　car　was　ing。
To　his　hellishly　alert　cars；　the　sound　of　the　approaching　car　was　dreadful；　insupportable；　it　was　the　sound　of　some　great　stinging　insect　ing　to　fill　him　with　poison。
He　lurched　to　his　feet；　whining。　All　his　joints　seemed　filled　with　crushed　glass。　He　looked　at　the　dead　car。　Inside；　he　could　see　the　unmoving　outline　of　THE　WOMAN'S　head。　Before；　Cujo　had　been　able　to　look　right　through　the　glass　and　see　her；　but　THE　WOMAN　had　done　something　to　the　glass　that　made　it　hard　to　see。　It　didn't　matter　what　she　did　to　the　windows。　She　couldn't　get　out。　Nor　THE　Boy；　either。
The　drone　was　closer　now。　The　car　was　ing　up　the　hill；　but　。。。　was　it　a　car？　Or　a　giant　bee　or　wasp　e　to　batten　on　him；　to　sting　him；　to　make　his　pain　even　worse？
Better　wait　and　see。
Cujo　slunk　under　the　porch；　where　he　had　often　spent　hot　summer　days　in　the　past。　It　was　drifted　sleep　with　the　decaying　autumn　leaves　of　other　years；　leaves　which　released　a　smell　he　had　thought　incredibly　sweet　and　pleasant　in　those　same　other　years。　Now　the　smell　seemed　immense　and　cloying；　suffocating　and　well…nigh　unbearable。　He　growled　at　the　smell　and　began　to　slobber　foam　again。　If　a　dog　could　kill　a　scent；　Cujo　would　have　killed　this　one。
The　drone　was　very　close　now。　And　then　a　car　was　turning　into　the　driveway。　A　car　with　blue　sides　and　a　white　roof　and　lights　on　the　top。
'Me　one　thing　George　Bannerman　had　been　least　prepared　to　me　when　he　turned　into　Joe　Camber's　dooryard　was　the　Pinto　belonging　to　the　missing　woman。　He　was　not　a　stupid　man；　and　while　he　would　have　been　impatient　with　Andy　Masen's　point…to…point　kind　of　logic　（he　had　dealt　with　the　horror　of　Frank　Dodd　and　understood　that　sometimes　there　was　no　logic）；he　arrived　at　his　own　mostly　solid　conclusions　in　much　the　same　way；　if　on　a　more　subconscious　level。　And　he　agreed　with　Masen's　belief　that　it　was　highly　unlikely　the　Trenton　woman　and　her　son　would　be　here。　But　the　car　was　here；　anyway。
Bannerman　grabbed　for　the　mike　hung　under　his　dashboard　and　then　decided　to　check　the　car　first。　From　this　angle；　directly　behind　the　Pinto；　it　was　impossible　to　see　if　anyone　was　in　there　or　not。　The　backs　of　the　bucket　seats　were　a　bit　too　high；　and　both　Tad　and　Donna　had　slumped　down　in　their　sleep。
Bannerman　got　out　of　the　cruiser　and　slammed　the　door　behind　him。　Before　he　had　gotten　two　steps；　he　saw　the　entire　driver's　side　window　was　a　buckled　mass　of　shatter…shot　cracks。　His　heart　began　to　beat　harder；　and　his　hand　went　to　the　butt　of　his　。38　Police　Special。
Cujo　stared　out　at　THE　MAN　from　the　blue　car　with　rising　hate。　It　was　this　MAN　who　had　caused　all　his　pain；　he　felt　sure　of　it。　THE　MAN　had　caused　the　pain　in　his　joints　and　t