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same。 Might as well listen alongside Willie all same famous scout of the Pampas。 Willie tell his own way。〃
¨Cut it out。〃
¨Listen； Tom； who found Krauts twice？〃
¨What about the boat？〃
¨Boat all same finish。 She alongside too many rotten planks。 One drop out by stern。〃
¨They hit something coming in with a bad light。〃
¨I guess so。 Well； Iˇll cut out the shit。 Theyˇve gone on into the westward sun。 Eight men and a guide。 Maybe nine if the captain couldnˇt shit on account of his great responsibilities like our own leader himself has trouble sometimes and now it is starting to rain。 The boat they left was stunk up and beshat with pigs and chickens and that comrade we buried。 Thereˇs one other guy is wounded but it doesnˇt look bad from the dressing。〃
¨Pussy？〃
¨Yeah。 But clean pus。 You want to see it all or you take my word for it？〃
¨I take your word on all of it but I want to see it。〃
He saw everything； the tracks； the fire； where they had slept and cooked； the dressing； the part of the brush they had used as a latrine； and the groove the turtle boat had made in the sand when they beached her。 It was raining hard now and the first gusts of the squall were coming。
¨Put on the coats and put the ni？os under them；〃 Ara said。 ¨I have to take them down again tonight anyway。〃
¨Iˇll help you；〃 Willie said。 ¨Weˇre breathing down their necks； Tom。〃
¨Thereˇs an awful lot of country and they have someone with local knowledge now。〃
¨You just keep thinking the way you are；〃 Willie said。 ¨What local knowledge has he got that we havenˇt got？〃
¨Certainly heˇll have plenty。〃
¨The hell with him。 Iˇm going to wash on the stern with soap。 Jesus； I want to feel that fresh water and that soap。〃
It was raining so hard now that it was hard to see the ship as they came around the point。 The squall had moved out toward the ocean and it was so violent and the rain so heavy that trying to see the ship was like looking at an object from behind a falls。 Her tanks will fill like nothing with this； Thomas Hudson thought。 Sheˇll probably be running off through the galley faucets and the head right now。
¨How many days since it rained； Tom？〃 Willie asked。
¨Weˇll have to check with the log。 Itˇs something over fifty。〃
¨Itˇs like the goddam monsoon breaking；〃 Willie said。 ¨Give me a gourd so I can bail。〃
¨Keep the cover on your ni？o dry。〃
¨Her butt is in my crotch and her nose is under the left shoulder of my coat；〃 Willie said。 ¨She never had it better in her life。 Give me the gourd。〃
On the stern they were all bathing naked。 They soaped themselves and stood on one foot and another； bending against the lashing of the rain as they soaped and then leaning back into it。 They were really all brown but they looked white in this strange light。 Thomas Hudson thought of the canvas of the bathers by C？zanne and then he thought he would like to have Eakins paint it。 Then he thought that he should be painting it himself with the ship against the roaring white of the surf that came through the driving gray outside with the black of the new squall coming out and the sun breaking through momentarily to make the driving rain silver and to shine on the bathers in the stern。
He brought the dinghy up and Ara tossed a line and they were home。
XI
THAT NIGHT AFTER THE RAIN had stopped and he had checked all leaks from the long dry spell； and seen that pans were put under them； and the point of actual leakage； not the drip； was pencilled； the watches were set； the duties apportioned； and everything discussed and agreed on with his mate and Ara。 Then when the supper was ended and the poker game underway； he went up on the flying bridge。 He had a Flit gun with him and his air mattress and a light blanket。
He thought that he would lie down and think about nothing。 Sometimes he could do this。 Sometimes he could think about the stars without wondering about them and the ocean without problems and the sunrise without what it would bring。
He felt clean from his scalp to his feet from the soaping in the rain that had beaten down on the stern and he thought； I will just lie here and feel clean。 He knew there was no use thinking of the girl who had been Tomˇs mother nor all the things they had done and the places they had been nor how they had broken up。 There was no use thinking about Tom。 He had stopped that as soon as he had heard。
There was no use thinking about the others。 He had lost them； too； and there was no use thinking about them。 He had traded in remorse for another horse that he was riding now。 So lie here now and feel clean from the soap and the rain and do a good job at nonthinking。 You learned to do it quite well for a while。 Maybe you will go to sleep and have funny or good dreams。 Just lie quiet and watch the night and donˇt think。 Ara or Henry will wake you if Peters gets anything。
He was asleep in a little while。 He was a boy again and riding up a steep canyon。 The canyon opened out and there was a sandbar by the clear river that was so clear he could see the pebbles in the bed of the stream and then watch the cutthroat trout at the foot of the pool as they rose to flies that floated down the current。 He was sitting on his horse and watching the trout rise when Ara woke him。
The message read CONTINUE SEARCH CAREFULLY WESTWARD with the code name at the end。
¨Thanks；〃 he said。 ¨Let me have anything else。〃
¨Of course。 Go back to sleep； Tom。〃
¨I was having a fine dream。〃
¨Donˇt tell it to me；〃 Ara said。 ¨And maybe it will come true。〃
He went to sleep again and when he went to sleep he smiled because he thought that he was carrying out orders and continuing the search westward。 I have her pretty far west； he thought。 I donˇt think they meant this far west。
He slept and he dreamed that the cabin was burned and someone had killed his fawn that had grown into a young buck。 Someone had killed his dog and he found him by a tree and he woke sweating。
I guess dreams arenˇt the solution； he said to himself。 I might as well take it the same as always without any hope of anesthetics。 Go on and think it out。
All you have now is a basic problem and your intermediate problems。 That is all you have so you better like it。 You will never have good dreams any more so you might as well not sleep。 Just rest and use your head until it wonˇt work any more； and when you go to sleep； expect to have the horrors。 The horrors were what you won in that big crap game that they run。 You put it on the line and made your point and let it ride and finally you dragged down the gift of uneasy unpleasant sleep。 You damned near dragged down not sleeping at all。 But you traded that in for what you have so you might as well like it。 Youˇre sleepy now。 So sleep and figure to wake up sweating。 And what of it？ Nothing at all of it。 But do you remember when you used to sleep all night with the girl and always happy and never woke unless she woke you to make love？ Remember that； Thomas Hudson； and see how much good it will do you。
I wonder how many dressings they have for that other wounded character？ If they had time to get dressing