(my gad she's in her bare feet)
He struggled back through the snow, picking up her coat, her boots, Danny's coat, odd gloves. Then he ran back to them, plunging hip-deep in the snow from time to time, having to flounder his way out.
Wendy was horribly pale, the side of her neck coated with blood, blood that was now freezing.
"I can't," she muttered. She was no more than semiconscious. "No, I... can't. Sorry."
Danny looked up at Hallorann pleadingly.
"Gonna be okay," Hallorann said, and gripped her again. "Come on."
The three of them made it to where the snowmobile had slewed around and stalled out. Hallorann sat the woman down on the passenger seat and put her coat on. He lifted her feet up-they were very cold but not frozen yet-and rubbed them briskly with Danny's jacket before putting on her boots. Wendy's face was alabaster pale, her eyes halflidded and dazed, but she had begun to shiver. Hallorann thought that was a good sign.
Behind them, a series of three explosions rocked the hotel. Orange flashes lit the snow.
Danny put his mouth close to Hallorann's ear and screamed something.
"What?"
"I said do you need that?"
The boy was pointing at the red gascan that leaned at an angle in the snow.
"I guess we do."
He picked it up and sloshed it. Still gas in there, he couldn't tell how much. He attached the can to the back of the snowmobile, fumbling the job several times before getting it right because his fingers were going numb. For the first time he became aware that he'd lost Howard Cottrell's mittens.
(i get out of this i gonna have my sister knit you a dozen pair, howie)
"Get on!" Hallorann shouted at the boy.
Danny shrank back. "We'll freeze!"
"We have to go around to the equipment shed! There's stuff in there... blankets... stuff like that. Get on behind your mother!"
Danny got on, and Hallorann twisted his head so he could shout into Wendy's face.
"Missus Torrance! Hold onto me! You understand? Hold on!"
She put her arms around him and rested her cheek against his back. Hallorann started the snowmobile and turned the throttle delicately so they would start up without a jerk. The woman had the weakest sort of grip on him, and if she shifted backward, her weight would tumble both her and the boy off.
They began to move. He brought the snowmobile around in a circle and then they were traveling west parallel to the hotel. Hallorann cut in more to circle around behind it to the equipment shed.
They had a momentarily clear view into the Overlook's lobby. The gasflame coming up through the shattered floor was like a giant birthday candle, fierce yellow at its heart and blue around its flickering edges. In that moment it seemed only to be lighting, not destroying. They could see the registration desk with its silver bell, the credit card decals, the old-fashioned, scrolled cash register, the small figured throw rugs, the highbacked chairs, horsehair hassocks. Danny could see the small sofa by the fireplace where the three nuns had sat on the day they had come up-closing day. But this was the real closing day.