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Greenface. A week or so later he heard she’d left town and taken a job in the city.
“Seemed to me I ought to tell you,” Pete continued with remorseless neighborliness. “Didn’t you and she used to go around some?”
“Yeah, some,” Hogan agreed. He held up the walleyes. “Want to take these home for the missis, Pete? I was just fishing for the fun of it.”
“Sure will!” Pete was delighted. “Nothing beats walleyes for eating, ’less it’s whitefish. But I’m going to smoke these. Say, how about me bringing you a ham of buck, smoked, for the walleyes? Fair enough?”
“Fair enough,” Hogan smiled.
“Can’t be immediate. I went shooting the north side of the lake three nights back, and there wasn’t a deer around. Something’s scared ’em all out over there.”
“Okay,” Hogan said, not listening at all. He got the motor going, and cut away from Pete with a wave of his hand. “Be seeing you, Pete!”
Two miles down the lake, he got his mind off Julia long enough to find a possible significance in Pete’s last words.
He cut the motor to idling speed, and then shut it off entirely, trying to get his thoughts into some kind of order. Since that chunk of pine slugged him in the head and robbed him of his chance of finishing off Greenface, he’d seen no more of the thing and heard nothing to justify his suspicion that it was still alive somewhere, perhaps still growing. But from Thursday Lake ,