the wall； she made her way up to the corner of the short
hallway。 She was about to turn the corner when the scream froze her； floating
down the stairwell and the elevator shaft：
〃Danny！ e here； you pup！ e here and take it like a man！〃
Jack。 On the second or third floor。 Looking for Danny。
She got around the corner； stumbled； almost fell。 Her breath caught in her
throat。 Something
（someone？）
huddled against the wall about a quarter of the way down from the stairwell。
She began to hurry faster； wincing every time her weight came down on her hurt
leg。 It was a man； she saw； and as she drew closer； she understood the meaning
of that buzzing motor。
It was Mr。 Hallorann。 He had e after all。
She eased to her knees beside him； offering up an incoherent prayer that he
was not dead。 His nose was bleeding； and a terrible gout of blood had spilled
out of his mouth。 The side of his face was a puffed purple bruise。 But he was
breathing； thank God for that。 It was ing in long； harsh draws that shook his
whole frame。
Looking at him more closel