![]() ![]() He veered, went shooting into the alley, went down the alley and came out on another narrow street. The beam of the headlights showed him the entrance to an alley. But I think you'll make it, he decided, and then he was runfling again, suddenly running very fast as the headlights rounded a corner, the car picking up speed, the engine noise closing in on him. He thought of what his face must look like, and he managed to grin, saying to himself, You're doing fine, jim. There was a big lump on the left side of his head, his left eye and cheekbone were somewhat swollen, and the inside of his cheek was bleeding where he'd bitten it when he'd hit the pole. ![]() ![]() He'd crashed into it face first, bounced away and hit the cobblestones and wanted to call it a night. He'd been running blindly, his head down, so of course he hadn't seen the telephone pole. The man was kneeling near the curb, breathing hard and spitting blood and wondering seriously if his skull was frachired. The late November gusts rattled against midnight-darkened windows, and stabbed at the eyes of the fallen man in the street. From the nearby Delaware a cold wind came lancing in, telling all alley cats they'd better find a heated cellar. ![]() It was a narrow street in the Port Richmond section of Philadelphia. There were no street lamps, no lights at all. ![]()
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