e worth nothin tonight。 You trade me
back when you return the snowsled。〃
〃Oh； hey； I couldn't —〃
〃Don't fuss with me；〃 Durkin interrupted； still mildly。 〃I ain't sending you
out to freeze。 I only got to walk down two blocks and I'm at my own supper
table。 Give it over。〃
Slightly dazed； Hallorann traded his overcoat for Durkin's fur…lined parka。
Overhead the fluorescents buzzed faintly； reminding him of the lights in the
Overlook's kitchen。
〃Torrance's boy；〃 Durkin said； and shook his head。 〃Good…lookin little tyke；
ain't he？ He'n his dad was in here a lot before the snow really flew。 Drivin the
hotel truck； mostly。 Looked to me like the two of em was just about as tight as
they could get。 That's one little boy that loves his daddy。 Hope he's all
right。〃
〃So do I。〃 Hallorann zipped the parka and tied the hood。
〃Lemme help you push that out；〃 Durkin said。 They rolled the snowmobile across
the oil…stained concrete and toward the garage bay。 〃You ever drove one of these
before？〃
〃No。 〃
〃Well； there's nothing to it。 The instructions are pasted there on the
dashboard； but all there really is； is stop and go。 Your throttle's here； just
like a motorcycle throttle。 Brake on the other side。 Lean with it on the turns。
This baby will do seventy on hardpack； but on this powder you'll get no more
than fifty and that's pushing it。〃
Now they were in the service station's snow…filled front lot； and Durkin had
raised his voice to make himself heard over the battering of the wind。 〃Stay on
the road！〃 he shouted at Hallorann's ear。 〃Keep your eye on the guardrail posts
and the signs and you'll be all rig