ut…'
'We could stop for water； I guess；' Kurtz allowed。 'If we had a contact； that is。 But if we've lost all of them … this guy Jones as well as Owen and Devlin … well； you know how I am； buck。 I'll bite when I die； and it'll take two surgeons and a shotgun to get me to let go even then。 You're going to have a long and thirsty day sitting there while Freddy and I course the southbound roads； looking for a trace of them 。 。 。 unless you can help out。 You do that； Archie； and I'll order Freddy to pull off at the next exit。 I will personally trot into the Stop n Go or Seven…Eleven and buy you the biggest bottle of Poland Spring water in the cooler。 How does that sound？'
It sounded good； Kurtz could tell that just by the way Perlmutter first smacked his lips and then ran his tongue out to wet them （on Perlmutter's lips and cheeks the Ripley was still full and rich； most patches the color of strawberries； some as dark as burgundy wine）； but that sly look had e back。 His eyes； rimmed with crusts of Ripley； darted from side to side。 And all at once Kurtz understood the picture he was looking at。 Pearly had gone crazy； God love him。 Perhaps it took one to know one。
'I told him the God's truth。 I'm out of touch with all of them now。' But then Archie laid his finger alongside his nose and looked slyly up into the mirror again。
'We catch them； I think there's a good chance we can get you cured up； laddie。' Kurtz said this in his driest just…making…my…report voice。 'Now which of them are you still in touch with？ Jonesy？ Or is it the new one？ Duddits？' What Kurtz actually said was 'Dud…Duts'。
'Not him。 None of them。' But still the finger by the nose； still the sly look。
'Tell me and you get water；' Kurtz said。 'Continue to yank my crank； soldier； and I will put a bullet in you and roll you out into the snow。 Now you go on and read my mind and tell me that's not so。'
Pearly looked at him sulkily in the rearview a moment longer and then said； 'Jonesy and Mr Gray are still on the turnpike。 They're down around Portland； now。 Jonesy told Mr Gray how to go around the city on 295。 Only it isn't like telling。 Mr Gray is in his head； and when he wants something； I think he just takes it。'
Kurtz listened to this with mounting awe； all the time calculating。
'There's a dog；' Pearly said。 'They have a dog with them。 His name is Lad。 He's the one I'm in contact with。 He's 。 。 。 like me。' His eyes met Kurtz's again in the mirror； only this time the slyness was gone。 In its place was a miserable half…sanity。 'Do you think there's really a chance I could be 。 。 。 you know 。 。 。 myself again？'
Knowing that Perlmutter could see into his mind made Kurtz proceed cautiously。 'I think there's a chance you could be delivered of your burden； at least。 With a doctor in attendance who understands the situation？ Yes； I think that could be。 A big whiff of cbloro； and when you wake up。 。 。 poof。' Kurtz kissed the ends of his fingers； then turned to Freddy。 'If they're in Portland； what's their lead on us？'
'Maybe seventy miles； boss。'
'Then step it up a little； praise Jesus。 Don't put us in the ditch； but step it up。' Seventy miles。 And if Owen and Devlin and 'Dud…Duts' knew what Archie Perlmutter knew； they were still on track。
'Let me get this straight； Archie。 Mr Gray is in Jonesy…'
'Yes…'
'And they have a dog with them that can read their minds？'
'The dog hears their thoughts； but he doesn't understand them。 He's stiff only a dog。 Boss； I'm thirsty。'
He's listening to the dog like it's a fucking radio； Kurtz marvelled。
'Freddy； next exit。 Drinks all around。' He resented having to make a pit…stop … resented losing even a couple of miles on Owen … but he needed Perlmutter。 Happy； if possible。
Up ahead was the rest area where Mr Gray had traded his plow for the cook's Subaru； where Owen and Henry had also briefly pulled in because the line went in there。 The parking lot was crammed； but among the three of them they had enough change for the vending machines out front。
Praise God。
7
Whatever the triumphs and failures of the so…called 'Florida' Presidency （that record is in large part still unwritten）； there will always be this： he put an end to the Space Scare with his speech that November morning。
There were differing views on why the speech worked （'It wasn't leadership； it was timing；' one critic sniffed）； but it did work。 Hungry for hard information； people who were already on the run pulled off the highway to see the President speak。 Appliance stores in malls filled up with crowds of silent； staring people。 At the food…fuel stops along 1…95； the counters shut down。 TVs were placed beside the quiet cash…registers。 Bars filled up。 In many places； people threw their homes open to others who wanted to watch the speech。 They could have listened on their car radios （as Jonesy and Mr Gray did） and kept on trucking； but only a minority did。 Most people wanted to see the leader's face。 According to the President's detractors； the speech did nothing but break the momentum of the panic … 'Porky Pig could have given a speech at that particular time and gotten that particular result；' one of them opined。 The other took a different view。 'It was a pivotal moment in the crisis；' this fellow said。 'There were maybe six thousand people on the road。 If the President had said the wrong thing； there would have been sixty thousand by two in the afternoon and maybe six hundred thousand by the time the wave hit New York … the biggest wave of DPs since the Dust Bowl。 The American people； especially those in New England； came to their narrowly…elected leader for help 。 。 。 for fort and reassurance。 He responded with what may have been the greatest my…fellow…Americans speech of all time。 Simple as that。'
Simple or not； sociology or great leadership； the speech was about what Owen and Henry had expected 。 。 。 and Kurtz could have predicted every word and turn。 At the center were two simple ideas； both presented as absolute facts and both calculated to soothe the terror which beat that morning in the ordinarily placent American breast。 The first idea was that； while they had not e waving olive branches and handing out free introductory gifts； the newers had evinced absolutely no signs of aggressive or hostile behavior。 The second was that； while they had brought some sort of virus with them； it had been contained within the Jefferson Tract （the President pointed it out on a Chroma…Key green…screen as adeptly as any weatherman pointing out a low…pressure system）。 And even there it was dying； with absolutely no help from the scientists and military experts who were on the scene。
'While we cannot say for sure at this Juncture；' the President told his breathless watchers （those who found themselves at the New England end of the Northeast Corridor were； perhaps understandably； the most breathless of all）； 'we believe that our visitors brought this virus with them much as travellers from abroad may bring certain insects into their country of origin in their luggage or on the produce they've purchased。 This is something customs officials look for； but of course' … big smile from Great White Father … 'our recent visitors did not pass through a customs checkpoint。'
Yes； a few people had succumbed to the virus。 Most were military personnel。 The great in majority of those who contracted it （'a fungal growth not unlike athlete's foot；' said the Great White Father） beat it quite easily on their own。 A quarantine had been imposed around the area； but the people outside that zone were in no danger； repeat； no danger。 'If you are in Maine and have left your homes；' said the President； 'I suggest you return。 In the words of Franklin Delano Roosevelt； we have nothing to fear but fear itself。' Nothing about the slaughter of the grayboys； the blown ship； the interred hunters； the fire at Gosselin's； or the breakout。 Nothing about the last of Gallagher's Imperial Valleys being hunted down like dogs （they were dogs； in the view of many； worse than dogs）。 Nothing about Kurtz and not a whisper about Typhoid Jonesy。 The President gave them just enough to break the back of the panic before it surged out of control。
Most people followed his advice and went home。
For some； of course； this was impossible。
For some； home had been cancelled。
8
The little parade moved south under dark skies； led by the rusty red Subaru that Marie Turgeon of Litchfield would never see again。 Henry； Owen； and Duddits were fifty…five miles； or about fifty minutes； behind。 Pulling out of the Mile 81 rest area （Pearly was greedily glugging down his second bottle of Naya water by the time they rejoined the traffic flow）； Kurtz and his men were roughly seventy…five miles behind Jonesy and Mr Gray； twenty miles behind Kurtz's prime quarry。
If not for the cloud cover； a spotter in a low…flying plane might have been able to see all three at the same time； the Subaru and both Humvees； at 11：43 EST； when the President finished his speech by saying； 'God bless you； my fellow Americans； and God bless America。'
Jonesy and Mr Gray were crossing the Kittery…Portsmouth bridge into New Hampshire； Henry； Owen； an