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rrupt progeny back to hell within the hour。
〃Who will hold the boy？〃 asked Thrower。 〃Even with wine in him； the pain will make him jump if he isn't held down。〃
〃I'll hold him；〃 said Measure。
〃He won't take no wine；〃 said Faith。 〃He says he has to have his head clear。〃
〃He's a ten…year…old boy；〃 said Thrower。 〃If you insist that he drink it； he's bound to obey you。〃
Faith shook her head。 〃He knows what's best。 He bears up right smart under pain。 You never seen the like。〃
I imagine not； said Thrower silently。 The devil within the boy no doubt revels in the pain； and doesn't want the wine to dim the ecstasy。 〃Very well； then；〃 he said。 〃There's no reason to delay further。〃 He led the way into the bedroom and boldly pulled the blanket off Alvin's body。 The boy immediately began trembling in the sudden cold； though he continued sweating from the fever。 〃You say that he has marked the place to cut？〃
〃Al；〃 said Measure。 〃Reverend Thrower here is going to do the cutting。〃
〃Papa；〃 said Alvin。
〃It's no use asking him；〃 said Measure。 〃He just plain won't。〃
〃Are you sure you won't have some wine？〃 asked Faith。
Alvin started to cry。 〃No；〃 he said。 〃I'll be all right if Pa holds me。〃
〃That does it；〃 said Faith。 〃He may not do the cutting； but he'll be here with the boy or he'll be stuffed up the chimney； one or the other。〃 She stormed out of the room。
〃You said the boy would mark the place；〃 Thrower said。
〃Here； Al； let me set you up here。 I got some charcoal； and you mark right on your leg here just exactly where you want that flap of skin took up。〃
Alvin moaned as Measure lifted him to a sitting position； but his hand was steady as he marked a large rectangle on his shin。 〃Cut it from the bottom； and leave the top attached；〃 he said。 His voice was thick and slow； each word an effort。 〃Measure； you hold that flap back out of the way while he cuts。〃
〃Ma'll have to do that；〃 said Measure。 〃I got to hold you down so you don't jump。〃
〃I won't jump；〃 said Alvin。 〃If Pa's holding me。〃
Miller came slowly into the room； his wife right behind。 〃I'll be holding you；〃 he said。 He took Measure's place； sitting behind the boy with his arms wrapped clear around him。 〃I'm holding you；〃 he said again。
〃Very well； then；〃 said Thrower。 He stood there； waiting for the next step。
He waited for a good little while。
〃Ain't you forgetting something； Reverend？〃 asked Measure。
〃What？〃 asked Thrower。
〃The knife and the saw；〃 he said。
Thrower looked at his handkerchief； wadded in his left hand。 Empty。 〃Why； they were right here。〃
〃You set them down on the table on the way in；〃 said Measure。
〃I'll fetch them；〃 said Goody Faith。 She hurried out of the room。
They waited and waited and waited。 Finally Measure got up。 〃I can't guess what's keeping her。〃
Thrower followed him out of the room。 They found Goody Faith in the great room； piecing together quilt squares with the girls。
〃Ma；〃 said Measure。 〃What about the saw and the knife？〃
〃Good laws；〃 said Faith； 〃I can't imagine what's got into me。 I clean forgot why I e out here。〃 She picked up the knife and saw and marched back to the room。 Measure shrugged at Thrower and followed her。 Now； thought Thrower。 Now I'll do all that the Lord ever expected of me。 The Visitor will see that I am a true friend to my Savior； and my place in heaven will be assured。 Not like this poor； miserable sinner caught up in the flames of hell。
〃Reverend；〃 said Measure。 〃What are you doing？〃
〃This drawing；〃 said Thrower。
〃What about it？〃
Thrower looked closely at the drawing over the hearth。 It wasn't a soul in hell at all。 It was a depiction of the family's oldest boy； Vigor； drowning。 He had heard the story at least a dozen times。 But why was he standing here looking at it； when he had a great and terrible mission to perform in the other room？
〃Are you all right？〃
〃Perfectly all right；〃 said Thrower。 〃I just needed a moment of silent prayer and meditation before I undertook this task。〃
He strode boldly into the room and sat down on the chair beside the bed where Satan's child lay trembling； waiting for the knife。 Thrower looked around for his tools of holy murder。 They were nowhere in sight。 〃Where is the knife？〃 he asked。
Faith looked at Measure。 〃Didn't you bring them back in with you？〃 she asked。
〃You're the one brought them in here；〃 said Measure。
〃But when you went back out to get the preacher； you took them；〃 she said。
〃Did I？〃 Measure looked confused。 〃I must have set them down out there。〃 He got up and left the room。
Thrower began to realize that something strange was going on here； though he couldn't quite put his finger on it。
He walked to the door and waited for Measure to return。
Cally was standing there； holding his slate； looking up at the minister。 〃You going to kill my brother？〃 he asked。
〃Don't even think of such a thing；〃 Thrower answered。
Measure looked sheepish as he handed the implements to Thrower。 〃I can't believe I just set them on the mantel like that。〃 Then the young man pushed past Thrower into the room。
A moment later； Thrower followed him into Alvin's room and took his place beside the exposed leg； with the box drawn in black。
〃Well where'd you put them？〃 asked Faith。
Thrower realized that he didn't have the knife or the saw。 He was pletely confused。 Measure handed them to him just outside the door。 How could he have lost them？
Cally stood in the doorway。 〃Why'd you give me these？〃 he asked。 He was； in fact； holding both blades。
〃That's a good question；〃 said Measure； eyeing the pastor with a frown。 〃Why'd you give them to Cally？〃
〃I didn't；〃 said Thrower。 〃You must have given them to him。〃
〃I put them right in your hands；〃 said Measure。
〃The preacher give them to me；〃 said Cally。
〃Well； bring them here；〃 said his mother。
Cally obediently started into the room； brandishing the blades like trophies of war。 Like the attack of a great army。 Ah； yes； a great army； like the army of the Israelites that Joshua led into the promised land。 This is how they held their weapons； high above their heads； as they marched around and around the city of Jericho。 Marched and marched。 Marched and marched。 And on the seventh day they stopped and blew their trumpets and gave a great shout； and down came the walls； and they held their swords and knives high over their heads and charged into the city； hacking men； women； and children； all the enemies of God； so the promised land would be purged of their filthiness and be ready to receive the people of the Lord。 They were spattered in blood by the end of the day； and Joshua stood in their midst； the great prophet of God； holding a bloody sword above his head； and he shouted。 What did he shout？
I can't remember what he shouted。 If I could only remember what he shouted； I'd understand why I'm standing here on the road； surrounded by snow…covered trees。
Reverend Thrower looked at his hands； and looked at the trees。 He had somehow walked half a mile away from the Millers' house。 He wasn't even wearing his heavy cloak。
Then the truth came clear。 He hadn't fooled the devil at all。 Satan had transported him here； in the twinkling of an eye； rather than let him kill the Beast。 Thrower had failed in his one opportunity for greatness。 He leaned against a cold black trunk and cried bitterly。
Cally walked into the room； holding the blades above his head。 Measure was all set to get a grip on the leg； when all of a sudden old Thrower stood right up and walked out of the room just as quick as if he was trotting to the privy。
〃Reverend Thrower；〃 cried Ma。 〃Where are you going？〃
But Measure understood now。 〃Let him go； Ma；〃 he said。
They heard the front door of the house open； and the minister's heavy steps on the porch。
〃Go shut the front door； Cally；〃 said Measure。
For once Cally obeyed without a speck of backsass。 Ma looked at Measure； then at Pa； then at Measure again。 〃I don't understand why he left like that；〃 she said。
Measure gave her a little half…smile and looked at Pa。 〃You know；
