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　　54,　　• Silo 18 •,　　The first moment of true rest came hours later at Supply, on the upper edge of the down deep. Therewas talk of holding there, of setting up some kind of barrier, but it wasn’t clear how the entirestairway could be blocked to include the open space between the railing and the concrete cylinderbeyond. This was the gap where the singing bullets lived, a place where jumpers were known to meettheir ends, and where their enemy could surely find some way to scamper ¹ down.,　　Marck’s hearing had improved during the last leg of his run. Enough to grow weary of therhythmic clomp of his own boots, the sound of his pained grunts ², the noise of his exhausted ³ pants forair. He heard someone say that the last explosion had wrecked ⁴ the stairway, had impeded ⁵ the chase.,　　But for how long? What was the damage? No one knew.,　　Tensions ran high on the landing; the news of McLain’s death had unsettled the people of Supply.,　　Marck waded ⁷ through these arguments, the voices still somewhat muffled ⁸ and distant. He askedeveryone about Shirly, several in yellow shrugging as if they didn’t know her. One guy said she’dalready gone down with some of the other wounded. He said it a second time, louder, before Marckwas sure he’d heard him.,　　It was good news, and he’d figured as much. He was about to leave when his wife emergedwithout warning from the anxious crowd, startling him.,　　Her eyes widened as she recognized him. And then her gaze fell to his wounded arm.,　　“Oh, God! ”,　　She threw her arms around him, pressed her face against his neck. Marck hugged her with onearm, his rifle between them, the barrel cold against his quivering cheek.,The flash sent the foxes scampering away.闪光惊得狐狸四处逃窜。,With grunts of anguish Ogilvie eased his bulk to a sitting position. 奥格尔维苦恼地哼着，伸个懒腰坐了起来 。