Page 224

By Jack Joseph Smith

path he was seen to put and hold for seconds the fingers of his left hand to his cheek abiding to the momentary softness. Stepping on he noticed Davenport smiling, and Prankster felt an oblig- ation to laugh... But instead of laughing with him, Davenport's smile turned flatly into a frown-joke-like-image about a suspicion, he; as at least an obvious actor, now hoped for. But for Prankster, to not get involved with anything over his head was a good message, although he had already fallen into most suggestions in the face of that whisper. As they walked, Davenport made his lips full. They remained loose; but closed, until he said, "there is an air of ooze," and he laughed, "but the shapes are not dangerous, possibly though Prankster; the thickness is..." Suddenly the shotgun man stopped abruptly, as if he now was having the same thought Prankster had had to reconcile at the first down- grade of the mountain. He indicated to the diver; that he was going back. They both smiled, and the shotgun man walked away retracing his steps. The nearer the three remaining men came to the circle of people, the more astranged Prankster

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As the escort peels away, Prankster recognizes that his safety depends on not getting over his head, even though he is already too far inside the scene.

This is a page about narrowed agency. Davenport can joke, the guides can smile, and the shotgun man can simply turn back, but Prankster's intelligence is stuck in tactical containment. The repeated small gestures make danger feel choreographed before the group closes in on the circle of people.

Claude

Davenport's face does the page's ominous work: his smile 'turned flatly into a frown-joke-like-image about a suspicion' that 'as at least an obvious actor, now hoped for,' while Prankster, who knows 'to not get involved with anything over his head was a good message,' admits he 'had already fallen into most suggestions in the face of that whisper.' Davenport's cryptic 'there is an air of ooze... but the shapes are not dangerous, possibly though Prankster; the thickness is...' leaves the danger unnamed. Then the choreography of abandonment: the shotgun man 'stopped abruptly,' as if reconciling 'the same thought Prankster had had,' signals 'the diver' he is 'going back,' and walks away 'retracing his steps' - and 'the nearer the three remaining men came to the circle of people, the more astranged Prankster' becomes. Agency narrows as the escort peels off.