lothes。。。〃
Danny darted out of her arms then and raced down the corridor。 She looked
after him； and as he vanished around the corner； back at Hallorann。 〃What if he
es back？〃
〃Your husband？〃
〃He's not Jack；〃 she muttered。 〃Jack's dead。 This place killed him。 This
damned place。〃 She struck at the wall with her fist and cried out at the pain in
her cut fingers。 〃It's the boiler； isn't it？〃
〃Yes； ma'am。 Danny says it's going to explode。〃
〃Good。〃 The word was uttered with dead finality。 〃I don't know if I can get
down those stairs again。 My ribs 。。。 he broke my ribs。 And something in my
back。 It hurts。〃
〃You'll make it；〃 Hallorann said。 〃We'll all make it。〃 But suddenly he
remembered the hedge animals； and wondered what they would do if they were
guarding the way out。。
Then Danny was ing back。 He had Wendy's boots and coat and gloves； also his
own coat and gloves。
〃Danny；〃 she said。 〃Your boots。〃
〃It's too late；〃 he said。 His eyes stared at them with a desperate kind of
madness。 He looked at Dick and suddenly Hallorann's mind was fixed with an image
of a clock under a glass dome； the clock in the ballroom that had been donated
by a Swiss diplomat in 1949。 The hands of the clock were standing at a minute to
midnight。
〃Oh my God；〃 Hallorann said。 〃Oh my dear God。〃
He clapped an arm around Wendy and picked her up。 He clapped his other arm
around Danny。 He ran for the stairs。
Wendy shrieked in pain as he squeezed the bad ribs； as something in her back
ground together； but Hallorann did not slow。 He plunged down the stairs with
them in his arms。 One eye wide and desperate； the other puf