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Tom
backed
the
truck
close
,
and
then
he
got
out
and
walked
to
the
touring
car
.
From
the
back
of
the
loaded
truck
heads
looked
down
.
Al
retarded
his
spark
and
listened
to
his
idling
motor
.
Tom
asked
,
"
What
’
s
a
matter
,
Al
?
"
Al
speeded
the
motor
.
"
Listen
to
her
.
"
The
rattling
pound
was
louder
now
.
Tom
listened
.
"
Put
up
your
spark
an
’
idle
,
"
he
said
.
He
opened
the
hood
and
put
his
head
inside
.
"
Now
speed
her
.
"
He
listened
for
a
moment
and
then
closed
the
hood
.
"
Well
,
I
guess
you
’
re
right
,
Al
,
"
he
said
.
"
Con
-
rod
bearing
,
ain
’
t
it
?
"
"
Sounds
like
it
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
I
kep
’
plenty
oil
in
,
"
Al
complained
.
"
Well
,
it
jus
’
didn
’
get
to
her
.
Drier
’
n
a
bitch
monkey
now
.
Well
,
there
ain
’
t
nothin
’
to
do
but
tear
her
out
.
Look
,
I
’
ll
pull
ahead
an
’
find
a
flat
place
to
stop
.
You
come
ahead
slow
.
Don
’
t
knock
the
pan
out
of
her
.
"
Wilson
asked
,
"
Is
it
bad
?
"
"
Purty
bad
,
"
said
Tom
,
and
walked
back
to
the
truck
and
moved
slowly
ahead
.
