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The silence held. More long seconds. The soldier’s face did not change, and he didn’t breathe, but his soul came back into his eyes and he stared at Hao with some comprehension. Hao became aware that the colonel lay across his chest, had thrown himself there just as the soldier had thrown himself over the helmet. He became aware of pain in his calves, his head, of the big American colonel’s weight. Hao sucked hard at the atmosphere, he was suffocating. The soldier himself exhaled the air he’d been harboring, and Hao felt the soldier’s breath bathe his face. At last the colonel placed his palms on the floor either side of Hao’s shoulders and heaved himself to his knees, and Hao was able to fill his lungs. timberland baby clothes The colonel stood up like a very old man and bent to grip the soldier’s arm. “Nothing happening, son.” The soldier was deaf. “Get up. Get up, son. Come on, now, son. Get up.” The youngster, finding life in his body, overcame some of his shock and rolled himself over. Quickly the colonel tossed the helmet aside, scooped up the hand grenade, pitched it underhanded toward the doorway, but it struck the wall and made it only as far as the threshold, and he said, “Damn it all.” He approached it, bent and took a firm hold of it, and strode out the door and to the well. He moved the lid aside and tossed the device into the depths. Then timberland mens shoes he walked back to the building and turned off his generator. The others followed him out, perhaps inadvisedly. Mrs. Van tended to the soldier, talking rapid English, brushing at his shirt and trousers energetically, almost hysterically, as if batting at flames. When she was 26 TREE OF SMOKE done she started on Hao, swiping at the back of his shirt. “These are bad people,” she said in English. “This is what happens with these horrible people.” The master came out of the temple. From his place behind the screen he’d witnessed almost nothing. When Hao told him about the grenade, he took two long steps backward away from the lip of the well. The colonel said, “Look, I’m sorry. The well was the quickest place to come to mind.” Hao translated the colonel’s apology and then the master’s reply: “I believe it’s safe.” “If that grenade goes off, it’s gonna muddy up your water.” The master said, “Later it will become calm again.” “That thing must be deep. And is it timberland work boots concrete?” Hao said, “Concrete construction.” “It’s top-notch.” “Top-notch?” “It’s very well made.” “Yes. It was placed by the timberland boat shoes Swiss Red Cross.” “When was this?” “I don’t timberland roll top boots know when.” The colonel said, “They heard that noisy goddamn generator, didn’t timberland earthkeepers chukka they?” By way of an answer, Hao pursed his lips. 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