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also the water that runs down the gutters into the city drains.
‘Well, ye’ve caused no problems with the solid –waste removal, thank God — all of that gets pumped into the Kenduskeag a bit farther down. There’s probably some almighty big patties down that way half a mile dryin in the sun thanks to what you done, but you can be pretty sure that there ain’ t shit stickin to anyone’s ceiling because of it.
‘But as for the gray water . . . well, there’s no pumps for gray water. That all runs downhill in what the engineer boyos call gravity drains. And I’ll bet you know where all them gravity drains end up, don’t you, big boy?’
‘Up there,’ Ben said. He pointed to the area behind the dam, the area they had in large part submerged. He did this without looking up. Big tears were beginning to course slowly down his cheeks. Mr Nell pretended not to notice.
‘That’s right, my large young friend. All them gravity drains feed into streams that feed into the upper Barrens. In fact, a good many of them little streams that come tricklin down are gray water and gray water only, comin out of drams you can’t even see, they’re so deep-buried in the underbrush. The shit goes one way and everythin else goes the other, God praise the clever mind o man, and did it ever cross yer minds that you’d spent the whole live-long day paddlin around in Derry’s pee an old wash-water?’
Eddie suddenly began to gasp and had to use his aspirator.
‘What you did was back water up into about six o the eight central Catch-basins that serve Witcham and Jackson and Kansas and four or five little streets that run between em.’ Mr Nell
fixed Bill Denbrough with a dry glance. ‘One of em serves yer own hearth an home, young Master Denbrough. So there we are, with sinks that won’t drain, washin-machines that won’t drain, outflow pipes pourin merrily into cellars — ‘
Ben let out a dry barking sob. The others turned toward him and then looked away. Mr Nell put a large hand on the boy’s shoulder. It was callused and hard, but at the moment it was also gentle.
‘Now, now. No need to take on, big boy. Maybe it ain’t that bad, at least not yet; could be I exaggerated just a mite to make sure you took my point. They sent me down to see if a tree blew down across the stream. That happens from time to time. There’s no need for anyone but me and you five to know it wasn’t just that. We’ve got more important things to worry about in town these days than a little backed-up water. I’ll say on my report that I located the blowdown and some boys came along and helped me shift it out o the way o the water. Not that I’ll mention ye by name. Ye’Il not be gettin any citations for dam-building in the Bar’ns.’
He surveyed the five of them. Ben was furiously wiping his eyes with his handkerchief; Bill was looking thoughtfully at the dam; Eddie was holding his aspirator in one hand; Stan stood close by Richie with one hand on Richie’s arm, ready to squeeze — hard — if Richie should show the slightest sign of having anything to say other than thank you very much.
‘You boys got no business at all in a dirty place like this,’ Mr Nell went on. ‘There’s probably sixty different kinds o disease breeding down here.’ Breeding came out braidin, as in what a girl may do with her hair in the morning. ‘Dump down one way, streams full of piss an gray water, muck an slop, bugs an brambles, quick-mud . . . you got no business at all in a dirty place like this. Four clean city parks for you boyos to be playin ball in all the day long and I catch you down here. Jaysus Christ!’
‘Wuh-Wuh-We l-l-l-like it d-d-down h-here,’ Bill said suddenly and defiantly. ‘Wh-When w-w-we cuh-hum down h-here, nuh-ho-hobody gives us a-a-any stuh-stuh-hatic.’
‘What’d he say?’ Mr Nell asked Eddie.
‘He said when we come down here nobody gives us any static,’ Eddie said. His voice was thin and whistling, but it was also unmistakably fir m. ‘And he’s right. When guys like us go to the park and say we want to play baseball, the other guys say sure, you want to be second base or third?’
Richie cackled. ‘Eddie Gets Off A Good One! And . . . You Are There!’
Mr Nell swung his head to look at him.
Richie shrugged. ‘Sorry. But he’s right. And Bill’s right, too. We like it down here.’
Richie thought Mr Nell would become angry again at that, but the white-haired cop surprised him — surprised them all — with a smile. ‘Ayuh,’ he said. ‘I liked it down here meself as a boy, so I did. And I’ll not forbid ye. But hark to what I’m tellin you now.’ He leveled a finger at them and they all looked at him soberly. ‘If ye come down here to play ye come in a gang like ye are now. Together. Do you understand me?’
They nodded.
That means together all the time. No hide-an-seek games