Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 7
ButwhenthepricklingofthemultitudinousdartsceasedtohurtandonlythenumbnessremainedandcontinuedvergingintogreaternumbnessIoncemoregrewfrightened.
“HowamIgoin’togetawinkofsleep?”myneighbour,complained.“Iain’tanymorehappythanyou.Myjacket’sjustastightasyourn,an’Iwanttosleepan’forgetit.”
“Howlonghaveyoubeenin?”Iasked,thinkinghimanew-comercomparedtothecenturiesIhadalreadysuffered.
“Sincedaybeforeyesterday,”washisanswer.
“Imeaninthejacket,”Iamended.
“Sincedaybeforeyesterday,brother.”
“MyGod!”Iscreamed.
“Yes,brother,fiftystraighthours,an’youdon’thearmeraisin’aroaraboutit.Theycinchedmewiththeirfeetinmyback.Iamsometight,believeme.Youain’ttheonlyonethat’sgottroubles.Youain’tbeninanhouryet.”
“I’vebeeninhoursandhours,”Iprotested.
“Brother,youmaythinkso,butitdon’tmakeitso.I’mjusttellin’youyouain’tbeninanhour.Iheard’mlacin’you.”
Thethingwasincredible.
