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Just when he had finished loading the station…wagon； and was about ready to start； he looked around and first became conscious of a dog。 He had seen many dogs in the last two days； and he had tried to shut them out of his mind。 71ey were pathetic； and he did not like to think what was happening。 Some of them looked starved； some of them looked too well fed。 Some seemed uncertain and cringing； others snarled and were all too well assured of themselves。 This particular dog was like a small hound； with long drooping ears； of a white…and…liver color…a beagle； probably； although he did not know much about breeds of dogs。 It stood at a safe distance of ten feet； looked at him； wagged its tail； and whimpered just audibly。
〃Go away！〃 he said； roughly； for his heart was suddenly bitter within him； and he felt himself building a wall against more attachments which must only end with death。 〃Go away！〃 he repeated。 Instead； the dog took a step or two closer to him； and put its forequarters down on the ground and laid its head on its forefeet and looked up at him with strangely appealing eyes； which rolled upward。 Long drooping ears gave the face an expression of infinite sadness。 Obviously； the dog was saying； 〃You have broken my heart！〃 Suddenly； without thinking； he smiled and he remembered then； it was perhaps the first time he had smiled； except ironically； since the snake had struck。
He came to himself instantly； and realized that the dog was rubbing against his leg； quick to sense the change of his mood。 As he looked down； it scurried away suddenly in fright； or pretended fright； then dashed around in a little circle variegated with two quick dodges； and ended again with its forelegs on the ground and its head between them； giving out an eager little bark which changed into a hound…like howl。 Again Ish broke into a smile which this time was really a broad grin； and the dog sensed his mood。 It dashed around him again in a swift run； with sudden changes of direction； giving an imitation of what it would do if chasing a rabbit。 It ended this little demonstration of varied abilities by running boldly up to Ish's legs again； rubbing against them； and putting its head there as if to be patted； as much as saying； 〃Wasn't that a good act I put on？〃 Realizing what was expected of him； Ish dropped his hand on the dog's head； and patted the sleek forehead。 The dog gave a little whimper of satisfaction。
The tail… wagged so vigorously that the whole body seemed to be wagging from the ears back。 The light…colored eyes rolled upwards until the whites showed along the bottom。 It was the picture of adoration。 The long ears fell on each side； and little wrinkles showed on the forehead。 The dog was certainly making a good case of love at first sight。 Its actions said； 〃This is the only man in the world for me！〃
Ish relaxed suddenly。 Squatting down； he patted the dog unashamedly。 〃Well；〃 he thought； 〃I've got myself a dog…whether I want one or not。〃 And then he reconsidered； 〃I mean； the dog has got me。〃
He opened the door of the station…wagon； the dog jumped in and lay down； at home on the front seat。
Going into a grocery； Ish found a box of dog…biscuits； he fed the dog one from his hand。 The animal took the food without any particular sign of affection or thanks。 This was obviously what a man was for。 Once you had got yourself a man； there was no need to be particularly grateful to him。 Noticing for the first time； Ish saw that it was not a dog； strictly speaking； but a bitch。 〃Well；〃 he said； 〃a case of pure seduction； apparently。〃
He went back to the house； and picked up a few of his personal belongings…some clothes； his field…glasses； a few books。 He reflected a moment whether there was anything else needed for a trip which might take him clear across the continent。 Then he shrugged his shoulders。
He took out his wallet； and discovered that he had nineteen dollars in fives and ones。 He certainly did not need any more money。 He even considered throwing the whole wallet away； but finally kept it。 He was so used to having it in his hip…pocket that he felt unfortable without it。 The money would probably do him no harm。
Without any real hope； he posed a note； and left it posted conspicuously on the living…room desk。 If they should return while he was away； they would know that they should wait for his return or leave a note of their own for him。
As he stood by the car； he gave another look up and down San Lupo Drive。 There was no one in sight； of course。 The houses and trees all looked the same as before； but he noticed again that the lawns and gardens already showed the lack of care； particularly of watering。 In spite of the fogs； the long drought of the California summer was already settling down。
By now it was mid…afternoon。 Nevertheless； he decided to start at once。 He was anxious to be off； and he could spend the night at some near…by town。
As with the dogs and cats； so also with the grasses and flowers which man had long nourished。 The clover and the blue…grass withered on the lawns； and the dandelions grew tall。 In the flowerbed the water…loving asters wilted and drooped； and the weeds flourished。 Deep within the camellias； the sap failed； they would bear no buds next spring。 The leaves curled on the tips of the wisteria vines and the rose bushes； as they set themselves against the long drought。 Foot by foot the wild cucumbers quickly sent their long vines across lawn andflowerbed and terrace。 As once； when the armies of the empire were shattered and the strong barbarians poured in upon the soft provincials； so now the fierce weeds pressed in to destroy thepampered nurslings of man。
The staunch motor hummed steadily。 He drove； the moming of this second day； with exaggerated caution； thinking of blow…outs and ofsteering…gear or brakes which might suddenly cease to function； and of cattle wandering on the highway。 He tried to keep the speedometer needle at forty。
But that motor had never been designed to keep a car at such a speed； and he constantly found that he had slid up to fifty or sixty without realizing it。
Yet； even to be moving at all kept him from feeling quite so depressed。 Mere change of place was a fort； flight itself； a solace。 Deep within； he knew that all this was because he was temporarily escaping from the necessity of depision。 As long as he was merely pulling down the curtain of one landscape behind him and raising that of another in front of him； as long as he was merely driving； he did not need to make plans for the future； to decide how he should live； or even whether he should live。 The necessity now was only to decide how he should steer around the next approaching curve。
The beagle…bitch lay beside him。 Now and then she put her head in his lap； but mostly she slept quietly； and her being so close was also a fort。 In the rear…view miffor he never saw a car behind him； but he looked in it occasionally； out of habit。 In it he saw the rifle and shot…gun on the middle seat behind him； and the back seat piled high with his sleeping…bag and the cartons of food。 He was like a sailor in his own boat stocked and ready for emergencies； and he also felt the deep desperation of the solitary survivor of a ship…wreck； alone in all the vastness。
He followed Highway 99 south through the San Joaquin Valley。 Although he drove slowly； he made excellent mileage。 He did not have to slow down behind a truck； or to stop for traffic…lights （though most of them were still functioning）； or to reduce speed for towns。 In fact； in spite of his apprehensions； he had to admit that driving Highway 99 under these conditions was much safer than driving it through thick and madly speeding traffic。
He saw no man。 If he had searched through the towns； he might have found someone； but there was no use of it now。 A straggler here or there he might pick up at any time。 Now he was searching to see whether some greater remnant might be left somewhere。
The broad plain stretched away…vineyards； orchards； fields of melons； fields of cotton。 Perhaps a fanner's eye could have seen that already everything showed neglect； and the absence of the hand of man； but to Ish it all still looked about the same。
At Bakersfield he left 99； and turned toward the winding road over Tehachapi Pass。 Fields gave way to scattered slopes Of oaks； and higher still came open park…like stands of thinfoliaged Coulter pine。 Here； too； there was no one。 Yet he did not so much feel the absence of people； for this had always been empty country。 He came down the side of the pass on the other end； and looked out over the far reaches where the desert began。 More sharply than ever he became apprehensive。 Although the sun was still well above the horizon； he stopped at the little town of Mojave； and began to make his preparations。
To cross those two hundred miles of desert； men had carried water in their cars even in the Old Times。 There were stretches where one might have to walk for a full day to reach even a roadside stand if the car went bad。 He could take no chances now； when no one would be ing to help him。
He found a hardware store。 The door was massive and strongly locked； so he smashed a window with the hammer and went in。 He took three large canteens； and filled them at a faucet from which water was still running； though feebly。 He added a gallon jug of red wine from a grocery store。 Still he was not satisfied； and the thought of the desert weighed heavily on him。 He drove back along the main street； not just sure what he was seeking； and then his； eyes fell on a motorcycle。 It was black and white； one of those used by the Highway Patrol。 Through all his depression and fear he still felt qualms at stealing a motorcycle belonging to a traffic cop。 It was the height of the incredible。
Yet after a minute he got out； fiddled with the motorcycle； found it workable； and rode slowly down the street and back。
After an hour's work in the heavy heat of the late afternoon； using some planks to build a ramp； he managed to wheel the motorcycle up； and to lash it securely on the lowered tail…gate of the station…wagon。 Now he was not only like a sailor in his own boat； but he had a tender in which he could take refuge if the boat itself should sink。 Even so； he felt more apprehensive than ever； and found himself now and then glancing over his shoulder。
The sun set； and he was fired。 He made himself a cold and unsatisfactory meal； and ate it dispiritedly； still feeling the fear。 He even considered what he would do if the food gave him indigestion。 When he had finished eating； he found a can of dog…food in a grocery store； and fed it to the beagle。 She accepted the offering as only her due。 Having eaten； she curled up in the front seat。 He drove the station…wagon to the best…looking tourist…court in town； found the door of a room unopened； and went in； the beagle following。 Only a dribble flowed from the faucets。 Apparently the water supplies of this small town were not as automatically adjusted as were those of the city。 He washed as well as he could； then went to bed。 The dog curled up on the floor。
The fear gripped him hard； and he could not sleep。 The dog whimpered in a drearn； and he started violently。 The fear moved in more tightly。 He got out of bed； and tried the door to be sure that he had locked it； although he did not know who or what he should be fearing； or against whom or what he should lock a door。 He thought of going to find a drug store and getting some pills to make him sleep； but even that idea frightened him。 He thought of trying the brandy； but that too had sinister implications as he remembered Mr。 Barlow。 At last he slept； but restlessly。 In the morning his head was heavy； and in the crisp heat of the desert forenoon he still flinched at starting across the waste。 He considered turning back； he considered going soud toward Los Angeles； telling himself that it would be a good idea to see what had happened there。 But all these ideas； lu knew； were excuses； mere flinchings from the carrying…out ol his original plan； and he still had enough pride in himself to keep from needlessly turning back or swerving from the course which he had laid out。 B