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wasn't two thousand feet。 He had time…just…to realize that the ground wasn't there anymore； and then he dropped four or five feet； still running。 He wobbled and might have remained upright； but then Richard came piling into him and they both went tumbling。
'Look out； Jack！' Richard was screaming…he was apparently not interested in taking his own advice； because his eyes were squeezed tightly shut。 'Look out for the wolf！ Look out for Mr。 Dufrey！ Look out…'
'Stop it； Richard！' These breathless screams frightened him more than anything else had done。 Richard sounded mad； absolutely mad。 'Stop it； we're all right！ They're gone！'
'Look out for Etheridge！ Look out for the bugs！ Look out； Jack！'
'Richard； they're gone！ Look around you； for Jason's sake！' Jack hadn't had a chance to do this himself； but he knew they had made it…the air was still and sweet； the night perfectly silent except for a slim breeze that was blessedly warm。
'Look out； Jack！ Look out； Jack！ Look out； look out…'
Like a bad echo inside his head； he heard a memory of the dog…boys outside Nelson House chorusing Way…gup； way…gup； way…gup！ Pleeze； pleeze； pleeze！
'Look out； Jack！' Richard wailed。 His face was slammed into the earth and he looked like an overenthusiastic Moslem determined to get in good with Allah。 'LOOK OUT！ THE WOLF！ PREFECTS！ THE HEADMASTER！ LOOK O…'
Panicked by the idea that Richard actually had gone crazy； Jack yanked his friend's head up by the back of his collar and slapped his face。
Richard's words were cut cleanly off。 He gaped at Jack； and Jack saw the shape of his own hand rising on Richard's pale cheek； a dim red tattoo。 His shame was replaced by an urgent curiosity to know just where they were。 There was light； otherwise he wouldn't have been able to see that mark。
A partial answer to the question came from inside him…it was certain and unquestionable 。 。 。 at least； as far as it went。
The Outposts； Jack…O。 You're in the Outposts now。
But before he could spend any time mulling that over； he had to try to get Richard shipshape。
'Are you all right； Richie？'
He was looking at Jack with numb； hurt surprise。 'You hit me； Jack。'
'I slapped you。 That's what you're supposed to do with hysterical people。'
'I wasn't hysterical！ I've never been hysterical in my l…' Richard broke off and jumped to his feet； looking around wildly。 'The wolf！ We have to look out for the wolf； Jack！ If we can get over the fence he won't be able to get us！'
He would have gone sprinting off into the darkness right then； making for a cyclone fence which was now in another world； if Jack hadn't grabbed him and held him back。
'The wolf is gone； Richard。'
'Huh？'
'We made it。'
'What are you talking about…'
'The Territories； Richard！ We're in the Territories！ We flipped over！' And you almost pulled my damn arm out of its socket； you unbeliever； Jack thought； rubbing his throbbing shoulder。 The next time I try to haul someone across； I'm going to find myself a real little kid； one who still believes in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny。
'That's ridiculous；' Richard said slowly。 'There's no such thing as the Territories； Jack。'
'If there isn't；' Jack said grimly； 'then how e that great big white wolf isn't biting your ass？ Or your own damn headmaster？'
Richard looked at Jack； opened his mouth to say something； then closed it again。 He looked around； this time with a bit more attention （at least Jack hoped so）。 Jack did the same； enjoying the warmth and the clarity of the air as he did so。 Morgan and his crowd of snake…pit crazies might e bursting through at any second； but for now it was impossible not to luxuriate in the pure animal joy of being back here again。
They were in a field。 High； yellowish grass with bearded heads…not wheat； but something like wheat； some edible grain； anyway…stretched off into the night in every direction。 The warm breeze rippled it in mysterious but rather lovely waves。 To the right was a wooden building standing on a slight knoll； a lamp mounted on a pole in front of it。 A yellow flame almost too bright to look at burned clearly inside the lamp's glass globe。 Jack saw that the building was octagonal。 The two boys had e into the Territories on the outermost edge of the circle of light that lamp threw…and there was something on the far side of the circle； something metallic that threw back the lamplight in broken glimmers。 Jack squinted at the faint； silvery glow 。 。 。 and then understood。 What he felt was not so much wonder as a sense of fulfilled expection。 It was as if two very large jigsaw…puzzle pieces； one in the American Territories and one over here； had just e neatly together。
Those were railroad tracks。 And although it was impossible to tell direction in the darkness； Jack thought he knew in which direction those tracks would travel：
West。
2
'e on；' Jack said。
'I don't want to go up there；' Richard said。
'Why not？'
'Too much crazy stuff going on。' Richard wet his lips。 'Could be anything up there in that building。 Dogs。 Crazy people。' He wet his lips again。 'Bugs。'
'I told you； we're in the Territories now。 The craziness has all blown away…it's clean here。 Hell； Richard； can't you smell it？'
'There are no such things as Territories；' Richard said thinly。
'Look around you。'
'No；' Richard said。 His voice was thinner than ever； the voice of an infuriatingly stubborn child。
Jack snatched up a handful of the heavily bearded grass。 'Look at this！'
Richard turned his head。
Jack had to actively restrain an urge to shake him。
Instead of doing that； he tossed the grass away； counted mentally to ten； and then started up the hill。 He looked down and saw that he was now wearing something like leather chaps。 Richard was dressed in much the same way； and he had a red bandanna around his neck that looked like something out of a Frederic Remington painting。 Jack reached up to his own neck and felt a similar bandanna。 He ran his hands down along his body and discovered that Myles P。 Kiger's wonderfully warm coat was now something very like a Mexican serape。 I bet I look like an advertisement for Taco Bell； he thought； and grinned。
An expression of utter panic came over Richard's face when Jack started up the hill； leaving him alone at the bottom。
'Where are you going？'
Jack looked at Richard and came back。 He put his hands on Richard's shoulders and looked soberly into Richard's eyes。
'We can't stay here；' he said。 'Some of them must have seen us flip。 It may be that they can't e right after us； or it may be that they can。 I don't know。 I know as much about the laws governing all of this as a kid of five knows about magnetism…and all a kid of five knows on the subject is that sometimes magnets attract and sometimes they repel。 But for the time being； that's all I have to know。 We have to get out of here。 End of story。'
'I'm dreaming all this； I know I am。'
Jack nodded toward the ramshackle wooden building。 'You can e or you can stay here。 If you want to stay here； I'll e back for you after I check the place out。'
'None of this is happening；' Richard said。 His naked； glassesless eyes were wide and flat and somehow dusty。 He looked for a moment up at the black Territories sky with its strange and unfamiliar sprawl of stars； shuddered； and looked away。 'I have a fever。 It's the flu。 There's been a lot of flu around。 This is a delirium。 You're guest…starring in my delirium； Jack。'
'Well； I'll send somebody around to the Delirium Actors' Guild with my AFTRA card when I get a chance；' Jack said。 'In the meantime； why don't you just stay here； Richard？ If none of this is happening； then you have nothing to worry about。'
He started away again； thinking that it would take only a few more of these Alice…at…the…tea…party conversations with Richard to convince him that he was crazy； as well。
He was halfway up the hill when Richard joined him。
'I would have e back for you；' Jack said。
'I know；' Richard said。 'I just thought that I might as well e along。 As long as all of this is a dream； anyway。'
'Well； keep your mouth shut if there's anyone up there；' Jack said。 'I think there is…I think I saw someone looking out that front window at me。'
'What are you going to do？' Richard asked。
Jack smiled。 'Play it by ear； Richie…boy；' he said。 'That's what I've been doing ever since I left New Hampshire。 Playing it by ear。'
3
They reached the porch。 Richard clutched Jack's shoulder with panicky strength。 Jack turned toward him wearily； Richard's patented Kansas City Clutch was something else that was getting old in a big hurry。
'What？' Jack asked。
'This is a dream； all right；' Richard said； 'and I can prove it。'
'How？'
'We're not talking English anymore； Jack！ We're talking some language； and we're speaking it perfectly； but it's not English！'
'Yeah；' Jack said。 'Weird； isn't it？'
He started up the steps again； leaving Richard standing below him； gape…mouthed。
4
After a moment or two； Richard recovered and scrambled up the steps after Jack。 The boards were warped and loose and splintery。 Stalks of that richly bearded grain…grass grew up through some of them。 Off in the deep darkness； both boys could hear the sleepy hum of insects…it was not the reedy scratch of crickets but a sweeter sound…so much was sweeter over here； Jack thought。
The outside lamp was now behind them； their shadows ran ahead of them across the porch and then made right…angles to climb the door。 There was an old； faded sign on that door。 For a moment it seemed to Jack to be written in strange Cyrillic letters； as indecipherable as Russian。 Then they came clear； and the word was no surprise。 DEPOT。
Jack raised his hand to knock； then shook his head a little。 No。 He would not knock。 This was not a private dwelling； the sign said DEPOT； and that was a word he associated with public buildings…places to wait for Greyhound buses and Amtrak trains； loading zones for the Friendly Skies。
He pushed the door open。 Friendly lamplight and a decidedly unfriendly voice came out onto the porch together。
'Get away； ye devil！' the cracked voice screeched。 'Get away； I'm going in the morning！ I swear！ The train's in the shed！ Go away！ I swore I'd go and I will go； s'now YE go 。 。 。 go and leave me some peace！'
Jack frowned。 Richard gaped。 The room was clean but very old。 The boards were so warped that the walls seemed almost to ripple。 A picture of a stagecoach which looked almost as big as a whaling ship hung on one wall。 An ancient counter； its flat surface almost as ripply as the walls； ran across the middle of the room； splitting it in two。 Behind it； on the far wall； was a slate board with STAGE ARRIVES written above one column and STAGE LEAVES written above the other。 Looking at the ancient board； Jack guessed it had been a good long time since any information had been written there； he thought that if someone tried to write on it with even a piece of soft chalk； the slate would crack in pieces and fall to the weathered floor。
Standing on one side of the counter was the biggest hourglass Jack had ever seen…it was as big as a magnum of champagne and filled with green sand。
'Leave me alone； can't you？ I've promised ye I'd go； and I will！ Please； Morgan！ For yer mercy！ I've promised； and if ye don't believe me； look in the shed！ The train is ready； I swear the train is ready！'
There was a good deal more gabble and gobble in this same vein。 The large； elderly man spouting it was cringing in the far right…hand corner of the room。 Jack guessed the oldster's height at six…three at least…even in his present servile posture； The Depot's low ceiling was only four inches or so above his head。 He might have been seventy； he might have been a fairly well…preserved eighty。 A snowy white beard began under his eyes and cascaded down over his breast in a spray of baby fine hair。 His shoulders were broad； although now so slumped that they looked as if someone had broken them by forcing him to carry heavy weights over the course of many long years。 Deep crow's…feet radi