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Go past, thought Montag, don't stop, go on, don't turn in!

On the parlor wall, Faber's house, with its sprinkler systeht air

The Hound paused, quivering

No! Montag held to the sill This way! Here!

The procaine needle flicked out and in, out and in A single clear drop of the stuff of dreams fell from the needle as it vanished in the Hound's muzzle

Montag held his breath, like a doubled fist, in his chest

The Mechanical Hound turned and plunged away froain

Montag snapped his gaze to the sky The helicopters were closer, a great blowing of insects to a single light source

With an effort, Montag reain that this was no fictional episode to be watched on his run to the river; it was in actuality his own chess ga, move by move

He shouted to give himself the necessary push away fro on in there! Hell! and he ay and gone! The alley, a street, the alley, a street, and the s out and doenty ht hi like an ancient flickery Keystone Comedy, cops, robbers, chasers and the chased, hunters and hunted, he had seen it a thousand ti Hounds, ricocheted across parlors, three-cushion shooting froht wall, center wall, left wall, gone!

Montag jammed his Seashell to his ear:

"Police suggest entire population in the Elm Terrace area do as follows: Everyone in every house in every street open a front or rear door or look froitive cannot escape if everyone in the next minute looks from his house Ready!"

Of course! Why hadn't they done it before! Why, in all the years, hadn't this game been tried! Everyone up, everyone out! He couldn't be ht city, the only s!

"At the count of ten now! One! Two!"

He felt the city rise