“Thisracewillnotbepulled，“saidMcLean。
“Bewithyouatthefinish，“saidScipio。
Andtheypassedon。Theydidnotseemlikerealpeopletohim。
Trampaslookedatthewallsandwindowsofthehouses。Weretheyreal？Washehere，walkinginthisstreet？Somethinghadchanged。
Helookedeverywhere，andfeelingiteverywhere，wonderedwhatthiscouldbe。Thenheknew:itwasthesunthathadgoneentirelybehindthemountains，andhedrewouthispistol。