One finger was gone, presumably down the thing's gullet. Henry stepped on it, thumbing the red plastic cap off the spout of the can as he did. 'Not a problem, Beaver said, and sat down next to McCarthy, who was looking at him as a person might look at a new and rather exotic kind of small animal. I'm not hungry, but—' 'We could stop for water, I guess,' Kurtz allowed.
Under his fingernails had been caked flesh and dirt and blood. I don't see how they could have gone on teasing him. ' Kurtz meditated. As he looked at the name in the snow, Henry began to shiver.
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