ht； I guess。 If you get off the road； you're
going to be dead。 Understand？〃
Hallorann nodded。
〃Wait a minute！〃 Durkin told him； and ran back into the garage bay。
While he was gone； Hallorann turned the key in the ignition and pumped the
throttle a little。 The snowmobile coughed into brash； choppy life。
Durkin came back with a red and black ski mask。
〃Put this on under your hood！〃 he shouted。
Hallorann dragged it on。 It was a tight fit； but it cut the last of the
numbing wind off from his cheeks and forehead and chin。
Durkin leaned close to make himself heard。
〃I guess you must know about things the same way Howie does sometimes；〃 he
said。 〃It don't matter； except that place has got a bad reputation around here。
I'll give you a rifle if you want it。〃
〃I don't think it would do any good；〃 Hallorann shouted back。
〃You're the boss。 But if you get that boy； you bring him to Sixteen Peach
Lane。 The wife'll have some soup on。〃
〃Okay。 Thanks for everything。〃
〃You watch out！〃 Durkin yelled。 〃Stay on the road！〃
Hallorann nodded and twisted the throttle slowly。 The snowmobile purred
forward； the headlamp cutting a clean cone of light through the thickly falling
snow。 He saw Durkin's upraised hand in the rearview mirror； and raised his own
in return。 Then he nudged the handlebars to the left and was traveling up Main
Street； the snowmobile coursing smoothly through the white light thrown by the
streetlamps。 The speedometer stood at thirty miles an hour。 It was ten past
seven。 At the Overlook； Wendy and Danny were sleeping and Jack Torrance was
discussing matters of life and death with the previous caret