ick　McGoohan；　the　Secret　Agent　Man　（they　had　shown　the

reruns　of　that　program　twice　on　the　Burlington　TV　channel　and　his　daddy　never

missed　them；　he　would　skip　a　party　to　stay　home　and　watch　〃Secret　Agent〃　or　〃The

Avengers〃　and　Danny　had　always　watched　with　him）；　on　the　run　from　KGB　agents　in

the　mountains　of　Switzerland。　There　had　been　avalanches　in　the　area　and　the

notorious　KGB　agent　Slobbo　had　killed　his　girlfriend　with　a　poison　dart；　but

somewhere　near　was　the　Russian　antigravity　machine。　Perhaps　at　the　end　of　this

very　tunnel。　He　drew　his　automatic　and　went　along　the　concrete　tunnel；　his　eyes

wide　and　alert；　his　breath　pluming　out。

The　far　end　of　the　concrete　ring　was　solidly　blocked　with　snow。　He　tried

digging　through　it　and　was　amazed　（and　a　little　uneasy）　to　see　how　solid　it　was；

almost　like　ice　from　the　cold　and　the　constant　weight　of　more　snow　on　top　of　it。

His　make…believe　game　collapsed　around　him　and　he　was　suddenly　aware　that　he

felt　closed　in　and　extremely　nervous　in　this　tight　ring　of　cement。　He　could　hear

his　breathing；　it　sounded　dank　and　quick　and　hollow。　He　was　under　the　snow；　and

hardly　any　light　filtered　down　the　hole　he　had　dug　to　get　in　here。　Suddenly　he

wanted　to　be　out　in　the　sunlight　more　than　anything；　suddenly　he　remembered　his

daddy　and　mommy　were　sleeping　and　didn't　know　there　he　was；　that　if　the　hole　he

dug　caved　in　he　would　be　trapped；　and　the　Overlook　didn't　like　him。

Danny　got　turned　around　with　some　difficulty　and　crawled　back　along　the　length

of　the　concrete　ring；　his　snowshoes　clacking　woodenly　together　behind　him；　his

palms　crackling　in　last　fall's　dead　aspen　leaves　beneath　him。　He　had