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When　some　of　the　steam　blew　away　he　saw　that　the　pressure　gauge　had　dropped

back　to　two　hundred　and　was　still　sinking。　The　jets　of　steam　escaping　around　the

soldered　patches　began　to　lose　their　force。　The　wrenching；　grinding　sounds　began

to　diminish。

One…ninety。。。　one…eighty　。。。　one　seventy…five　。。。

（He　was　going　downhill；　going　ninety　miles　an　hour；　when　the　whistle　broke

into　a　scream　—　）

But　he　didnt　think　it　would　blow　now。　The　press　was　down　to　one…sixty。

（　—　they　found　him　in　the　wreck　with　his　hand　on　the　throttle；　he　was　scalded

to　death　by　the　steam。）

He　stepped　away　from　the　boiler；　breathing　hard；　trembling。　He　looked　at　his

hands　and　saw　that　blisters　were　already　rising　on　his　palms。　Hell　with　the

blisters；　he　thought；　and　laughed　shakily。　He　had　almost　died　with　his　hand　on

the　throttle；　like　Casey　the　engineer　in　〃The　Wreck　of　the　Old　97。〃　Worse　still；

he　would　have　killed　the　Overlook。　The　final　crashing　failure。　He　had　failed　as

a　teacher；　a　writer；　a　husband；　and　a　father。　He　had　even　failed　as　a　drunk。　But

you　couldnt　do　much　better　in　the　old　failure　category　than　to　blow　up　the

building　you　were　supposed　to　be　taking　care　of。　And　this　was　no　ordinary

building。

By　no　means。

Christ；　but　he　needed　a　drink。

The　press　had　dropped　down　to　eighty　psi。　Cautiously；　wincing　a　little　at　the

pain　in　his　hands；　he　closed　the　dump　valve　again。　But　from　now　on　the　boiler

would　have　to　be　watched　more　closely　than　ever。　It　might　have　been　seriously

weakened。　He　wouldnt　trust　it　at　more　than　one　hundred　psi　for　the　rest　of　the

winter。　And　if　they　were　a　little　chilly；　they　would　just　have　to　grin　and　bear

it。

He　had　broken　two　of　the　blisters。　His　hands　throbbed　like　rotten　teeth。

A　drink。　A　drink　would　fix　him　up；　and　there　wasnt　a　thing　in　the　goddamn

house　besides　cooking　sherry。　At　this　point　a　drink　would　be　medicinal。　That　was

just　it；　by　God。　An　anesthetic。　He　had　done　his　duty　and　now　he　could　use　a

little　anesthetic　—　something　stronger　than　Excedrin。　But　there　was　nothing。

He　remembered　bottles　glittering　in　the　shadows。

He　had　saved　the　hotel。　The　hotel　would　want　to　reward　him。　He　felt　sure　of

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