F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F, F—
Blood gushing from his nose and a chunk of flesh missing from below his ear, Harnett came. The gas-station shovel was still clenched in his convulsing hands. He coughed mud and he walked as if one of his knees was broken. But he was there, he had heard and followed my call, and now he held my head between his hands and smiled. He was missing teeth. I pressed my hands over his and laughed.
The hurricane whipped us as we dug. The shovel was a boon, but the earth was so loose that I did nearly as well with my bare hands. I dug as never before. I burrowed into it headfirst like an animal. And even in the pitching storm Harnett’s aim was true: he lifted away piles of earth bigger than either of us.
Lionel’s coffin was a simple wooden box. Together we dragged it to the island and fell across it in an exhausted embrace. The rain washed away our fatigue, our pain, and our blood, until we were two men cleansed of all misdeeds. For this moment only, we were incorruptible.
He looked at me. I nodded. He jammed the end of the shovel beneath the lid and then looked at me in surprise when it opened without a fight. Perhaps considering for the first time the man who laid inside, Harnett hesitated. He peeked at me again as if asking permission.
“Open it,” I said.
He pushed the lid partway aside. Even in the blackness it shone. On top was an urn—Lionel had