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’
Do
you
know
anything
about
motors
?
’
asked
Clifford
sharply
.
’
I
am
afraid
I
don
’
t
.
Has
she
gone
wrong
?
’
’
Apparently
!
’
snapped
Clifford
.
The
man
crouched
solicitously
by
the
wheel
,
and
peered
at
the
little
engine
.
’
I
’
m
afraid
I
know
nothing
at
all
about
these
mechanical
things
,
Sir
Clifford
,
’
he
said
calmly
.
’
If
she
has
enough
petrol
and
oil
-
-
’
’
Just
look
carefully
and
see
if
you
can
see
anything
broken
,
’
snapped
Clifford
.
The
man
laid
his
gun
against
a
tree
,
took
off
his
coat
,
and
threw
it
beside
it
.
The
brown
dog
sat
guard
.
Then
he
sat
down
on
his
heels
and
peered
under
the
chair
,
poking
with
his
finger
at
the
greasy
little
engine
,
and
resenting
the
grease
-
marks
on
his
clean
Sunday
shirt
.
’
Doesn
’
t
seem
anything
broken
,
’
he
said
.
And
he
stood
up
,
pushing
back
his
hat
from
his
forehead
,
rubbing
his
brow
and
apparently
studying
.
’
Have
you
looked
at
the
rods
underneath
?
’
asked
Clifford
.
’
See
if
they
are
all
right
!
’
The
man
lay
flat
on
his
stomach
on
the
floor
,
his
neck
pressed
back
,
wriggling
under
the
engine
and
poking
with
his
finger
.
Connie
thought
what
a
pathetic
sort
of
thing
a
man
was
,
feeble
and
small
-
looking
,
when
he
was
lying
on
his
belly
on
the
big
earth
.
