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firing-spike on it which dug into his hand.

She said, “Jones, you fool! I'm Nola Morgan!”

The bronze man paid no attention, and kept working on her hand, not too roughly, until he had the gun.
Just as he got it, she peeled his shin with a kick. She tried to run. He caught her.

Because he thought Jones might come along the road, and he still wanted to catch Jones, too, he hauled
the woman off the road into the shadows.

“Take it easy.” He made his voice gentle, so as not to frighten her more.

She surprised him then.

“Jones!” she said. “Jones, what do you think you are pulling?”

So she thought he was Jones.

“Be still,” he said. “Listen for a minute.”

He wanted her to be quiet until Jones came along, then he would grab Jones, and it would straighten itself
all out, he hoped.
“This is going to get you nothing but trouble, Jones,” she said.

“Shut up,” he ordered.

She said, “Don't tell me what to do!”

He startled her by holding his fist, huge and bronze, close to her nose. “Look, how would you like to be
hit with that?” he demanded. He wanted silence urgently.

Unimpressed, she demanded, “What are you pulling?”

He didn't answer. She was speaking in a low voice, and he decided to take a chance on hearing Jones
coming before Jones heard them.

He had no idea who this girl was, any more than he could tell what she looked like in the darkness. He
decided to fish for information, and dropped in his hook by saying, “Isn't this what you expected to
happen?”

“I'm not too surprised,” she said instantly.

“That's good.”

“Listen, I told you I would pay you for the truth about the misericord,” she said. “I will pay you. I'll even
pay you more than I said.”

“Are you sure it is the right misericord?” the bronze man asked.

“It's the one Carl Boordling made in the penitentiary,” she said.