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pered。 〃Mind yer lessons； now！ Mind em wery sharp！〃
〃Look at me when I'm talking to you；〃 Tick…Tock said。 〃I'll have some respect； Jake Chambers； or I'll have your balls。〃
〃All right。〃
Tick…Tock's green eyes gleamed dangerously。 〃All right what？〃
Jake groped for the right answer； pushing away the tangle of ques…tions and the sudden hope which had dawned in his mind。 And what came was what would have served at his own Cradle of the Pubes 。 。 。 otherwise known as The Piper School。 〃All right； sir？〃
Tick…Tock smiled。 〃That's a start； boy；〃 he said； and leaned forward； forearms on his thighs。 〃Now 。 。 。 what's an American？〃
Jake began to talk； trying with all his might not to look toward the ventilator grille as he did so。
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ROLAND BOLSTERED HIS GUN； laid both hands on the valve…wheel； and tried to turn it。 It wouldn't budge。 That didn't much surprise him； but it presented serious problems。
Oy stood by his left boot； looking up anxiously； waiting for Roland to open the door so they could continue the journey to Jake。 The gunslinger only wished it was that easy。 It wouldn't do to simply stand out here and wait for someone to leave； it might be hours or even days before one of the Grays decided to use this particular exit again。 Gasher and his friends might take it into their heads to flay Jake alive while the gunslinger was waiting for it to happen。
He leaned his head against the steel but heard nothing。 That didn't surprise him； either。 He had seen doors like this a long time ago…you couldn't shoot out the locks； and you certainly couldn't hear through them。 There might be one； there might be two； facing each other； with some dead airspace in between。 Somewhere； though； there would be a button which would spin the wheel in the middle of the door and release the locks。 If Jake could reach that button； all might still be well。
Roland understood that he was not a full member of this ka…tet； he guessed that even Oy was more fully aware than he of the secret life which existed at its heart （he very much doubted that the bumbler had tracked Jake with his nose alone through those tunnels where water ran in polluted streamlets）。 Nevertheless； he had been able to help Jake when die boy had been trying to cross from his world to this one。 He had been able to see 。 。 。 and when Jake had been trying to regain the key he had dropped； he had been able to send a message。
He had to be very careful about sending messages this time。 At best； the Grays would realize something was up。 At worst； Jake might misinterpret what Roland tried to tell him and do something foolish。
But if he could see 。 。 。
Roland closed his eyes and bent all his concentration toward Jake。 He thought of the boy's eyes and sent his ka out to find them。
At first there was nothing； but at last an image began to form。 It was a face framed by long； gray…blonde hair。 Green eyes gleamed in deep sockets like firedims in a cave。 Roland quickly understood that this was the Tick…Tock Man； and that he was a descendent of the man who had died in the air…carriage…interesting； but of no practical value in this situation。 He tried to look beyond the Tick…Tock Man； to see the rest of the room in which Jake was being held； and the people in it。
〃Ake；〃 Oy whispered； as if reminding Roland that this was neither the time nor the place to take a nap。
〃Shhh；〃 the gunslinger said； not opening his eyes。
But it was no good。 He caught only blurs； probably because Jake's concentration was focused so tightly on the Tick…Tock Man； everyone and everything else was little more than a series of gray…shrouded shapes on the edges of Jake's perception。
Roland opened his eyes again and pounded his left fist lightly into the open palm of his right hand。 He had an idea that he could push harder and see more 。 。 。 but that might make the boy aware of his presence。 That would be dangerous。 Casher might smell a rat； and if he didn't the Tick…Tock Man would。
He looked up at the narrow ventilator grilles； then down at Oy。 He had wondered several times just how smart he was； now it looked as though he was going to find out。
Roland reached up with his good left hand； slipped his fingers between the horizontal slats of the ventilator grille closest to the hatchway through which Jake had been taken； and pulled。 The grille popped out in a shower of rust and dried moss。 The hole behind it was far too small for a man 。 。 。 but not for a billy…bumbler。 He put the grille down； picked Oy up； and spoke softly into his ear。
〃Go 。 。 。 see 。 。 。 e back。 Do you understand？ Don't let them see you。 Just go and see and e back。〃
Oy gazed up into his face； saying nothing； not even Jake's name。 Roland had no idea if he had understood or not； but wasting time in ponderation would not help matters。 He placed Oy in the ventilator shaft。 The bumbler sniffed at the crumbles of dried moss； sneezed delicately； then only crouched there with the draft rippling through his long； silky fur； looking doubtfully at Roland with his strange eyes。
〃Go and see and e back；〃 Roland repeated in a whisper； and Oy disappeared into the shadows； walking silently； claws retracted； on the pads of his paws。
Roland drew his gun again and did the hardest thing。 He waited。
Oy returned less than three minutes later。 Roland lifted him out of the shaft and put him on the floor。 Oy looked up at him with his long neck extended。 〃How many； Oy？〃 Roland asked。 〃How many did you see？〃
For a long moment he thought the bumbler wouldn't do anything except go on staring in his anxious way。 Then he lifted his right paw tentatively in the air； extended the claws； and looked at it； as if trying to remember something very difficult。 At last he began to tap on the steel floor。
One 。 。 。 two 。 。 。 three 。 。 。 four。 A pause。 Then two more； quick and delicate； the extended claws clicking lightly on the steel： five； six。 Oy paused a second time； head down； looking like a child lost in the throes of some titanic mental struggle。 Then he tapped his claws one final time on the steel； looking up at Roland as he did it。 〃Ake！〃
Six。 Grays 。 。 。 and Jake。
Roland picked Oy up and stroked him。 〃Good！〃 he murmured into Oy's ear。 In truth； he was almost overwhelmed with surprise and grati…tude。 He had hoped for something； but this careful response was amaz…ing。 And he had few doubts about the accuracy of the count。 〃Good boy！〃
〃Oy！ Ake！〃
Yes； Jake。 Jake was the problem。 Jake； to whom he had made a promise he intended to keep。
The gunslinger thought deeply in his strange fashion…that bina…tion of dry pragmatism and wild intuition which had probably e from his strange grandmother； Deidre the Mad； and had kept him alive all these years after his old panions had passed。 Now he was depending on it to keep Jake alive； too。
He picked Oy up again； knowing Jake might live…might…but the bumbler was almost certainly going to die。 He whispered several simple words into Oy's cocked ear； repeating them over and over。 At last he ceased speaking and returned him to the ventilator shaft。 〃Good boy；〃 he whispered。 〃Go on； now。 Get it done。 My heart goes with you。〃
〃Oy！ Art！ Ake！〃 the bumbler whispered； and then scurried off into the darkness again。
Roland waited for all hell to break loose。
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ASK ME A QUESTION； Eddie Dean of New York。 And it better be a good one 。 。 。 if it's not； you and your woman are going to die； no matter where you came from。
And； dear God； how did you respond to something like that？
The dark red light had gone out； now the pink one reappeared。 〃Hurry；〃 the faint voice of Little Blaine urged them。 〃He's worse than ever before 。 。 。 hurry or he'll kill you！〃
Eddie was vaguely aware that flocks of disturbed pigeons were still swooping aimlessly through the Cradle； and that some of them had smashed headfirst into the pillars and dropped dead on the floor。
〃What does it want？〃 Susannah hissed at the speaker and the voice of Little Blaine somewhere behind it。 〃For God's sake； what does it want？〃
No reply。 And Eddie could feel any period of grace they might have started with slipping away。 He thumbed the TALK/LISTEN and spoke with frantic vivacity as the sweat trickled down his cheeks and neck。
Ask me a question。
〃So…Blaine！ What have you been up to these last few years？ I guess you haven't been doing the old southeast run； huh？ Any reason why not？ Haven't been feeling up to snuff？〃
No sound but the rustle and flap of the pigeons。 In his mind he saw Ardis trying to scream as his cheeks melted and his tongue caught fire。
He felt the hair on the nape of his neck stirring and clumping together。 Fear？ Or gathering electricity？
Hurry 。 。 。 he's worse than ever before。
〃Who built you； anyway？〃 Eddie asked frantically； thinking： If I only knew what the fucking thing wanted！ 〃Want to talk about that？ Was it the Grays？ Nah 。 。 。 probably the Great Old Ones； right？ Or 。 。 。〃
He trailed off。 Now he could feel Blaine's silence as a physical weight on his skin； like fleshy； groping hands。
〃What do you want？〃 he shouted。 〃Just what in hell do you want to hear？〃
No answer…but the buttons on the box were glowing an angry dark red again； and Eddie knew their time was almost up。 He could hear a low buzzing sound nearby…a sound like an electrical generator…and he didn't believe that sound was just his imagination； no matter how much he wanted to think so。
〃Blaine！〃 Susannah shouted suddenly。 〃Blaine； do you hear me？〃
No answer 。 。 。 and Eddie felt the air was filling up with electricity as a bowl under a tap fills up with water。 He could feel it crackling bitterly in his nose with every breath he took； could feel his fillings buzzing like angry insects。
〃Blaine； I've got a question； and it is a pretty good one！ Listen！〃 She closed her eyes for a moment； fingers rubbing frantically at her temples； and then opened her eyes again。 〃 'There is a thing that 。 。 。 uh 。 。 。 that nothing is； and yet it has a name； 'tis sometimes tall and 。 。 。 and sometimes short 。 。 。' 〃 She broke off and stared at Eddie with wide； agonized eyes。 〃Help me！ I can't remember how the rest of it goes！〃
Eddie only stared at her as if she had gone mad。 What in the name of God was she talking about？ Then it came to him； and it made a weirdly perfect sense； and the rest of the riddle clicked into his mind as neatly as the last two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle。 He swung toward the speaker again。
〃 'It joins our talks； it joins our sport； and plays at every game。' What is it？ That's our question； Blaine…what is it？〃
The red light illuminating the MAND and ENTER buttons below the diamond of numbers blinked out。 There was an endless moment of silence before Blaine spoke again 。 。 。 but Eddie was aware that the feeling of electricity crawling all over his skin was diminishing。
〃A SHADOW； OF COURSE；〃 the voice of Blaine responded。 〃AN EASY ONE 。 。 。 BUT NOT BAD。 NOT BAD AT ALL。〃
The voice ing out of the speaker was animated by a thoughtful quality 。 。 。 and something else； as well。 Pleasure？ Longing？ Eddie couldn't quite decide； but he did know there was something in that voice that reminded him of Little Blaine。 He knew something else； as well： Susannah had saved their bacon； at least for the time being。 He bent down and kissed her cold； sweaty brow。
〃DO YOU KNOW ANY MORE RIDDLES？〃 Blaine asked。
〃Yes； lots；〃 Susannah said at once。 〃Our panion； Jake； has a whole book of them。〃
〃FROM THE NEW YORK PLACE OF WHERE？〃 Blaine asked； and now the tone of his voice was perfectly clear； at least to Eddie。 Blaine might be a machine； but Eddie had been a heroin junkie for six years； and he knew stone greed when he heard it。
〃From New York； right；〃 he said。 〃But Jake has been taken prisoner。 A man named Gasher took him。〃
No answer 。 。 。 and then the buttons glowed that faint； rosy pink again。 〃Good so far；〃 the voice of Little Blaine whispered。 〃But you must be careful 。 。 。 he's tricky。 。。。〃
The red lights reappeared at once。
〃DID ONE OF YOU SPEAK？〃 Blaine's voice was cold and…Eddie could have sworn it was so…suspicious。
He looked at Susannah。 Susannah l