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Casy
got
to
his
feet
and
found
the
crank
and
fitted
it
.
"
Ready
?
"
"
Reach
—
now
easy
—
little
more
—
little
more
—
right
there
.
"
Casy
kneeled
down
and
looked
under
again
.
Tom
rattled
the
connecting
-
rod
bearing
against
the
shaft
.
"
There
she
is
.
"
"
What
ya
s
’
pose
done
it
?
"
Casy
asked
.
"
Oh
,
hell
,
I
don
’
know
!
This
buggy
been
on
the
road
thirteen
years
.
Says
sixty
-
thousand
miles
on
the
speedometer
.
That
means
a
hunderd
an
’
sixty
,
an
’
God
knows
how
many
times
they
turned
the
numbers
back
.
Gets
hot
—
maybe
somebody
let
the
oil
get
low
—
jus
’
went
out
.
"
He
pulled
the
cotter
-
pins
and
put
his
wrench
on
a
bearing
bolt
.
He
strained
and
the
wrench
slipped
.
A
long
gash
appeared
on
the
back
of
his
hand
.
Tom
looked
at
it
—
the
blood
flowed
evenly
from
the
wound
and
met
the
oil
and
dripped
into
the
pan
.
"
That
’
s
too
bad
,
"
Casy
said
.
"
Want
I
should
do
that
an
’
you
wrap
up
your
han
’
?
"
"
Hell
,
no
!
I
never
fixed
no
car
in
my
life
’
thout
cuttin
’
myself
.
Now
it
’
s
done
I
don
’
t
have
to
worry
no
more
.
"
He
fitted
the
wrench
again
.
"
Wisht
I
had
a
crescent
wrench
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
hammered
the
wrench
with
the
butt
of
his
hand
until
the
bolts
loosened
.
He
took
them
out
and
laid
them
with
the
pan
bolts
in
the
pan
,
and
the
cotter
-
pins
with
them
.
He
loosened
the
bearing
bolts
and
pulled
out
the
piston
.
He
put
piston
and
connecting
-
rod
in
the
pan
.
"
There
,
by
God
!
"
He
squirmed
free
from
under
the
car
and
pulled
the
pan
out
with
him
.
He
wiped
his
hand
on
a
piece
of
gunny
sacking
and
inspected
the
cut
.
"
Bleedin
’
like
a
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
,
"
he
said
.
"
Well
,
I
can
stop
that
.
"
He
urinated
on
the
ground
,
picked
up
a
handful
of
the
resulting
mud
,
and
plastered
it
over
the
wound
.
Only
for
a
moment
did
the
blood
ooze
out
,
and
then
it
stopped
.
"
Best
damn
thing
in
the
worl
’
to
stop
bleedin
’
,
"
he
said
.
"
Han
’
ful
a
spider
web
’
ll
do
it
too
,
"
said
Casy
.
"
I
know
,
but
there
ain
’
t
no
spider
web
,
an
’
you
can
always
get
piss
.
"
Tom
sat
on
the
running
board
and
inspected
the
broken
bearing
.
"
Now
if
we
can
on
’
y
find
a
’
25
Dodge
an
’
get
a
used
con
-
rod
an
’
some
shims
,
maybe
we
’
ll
make
her
all
right
.
Al
must
a
gone
a
hell
of
a
long
ways
.
"
The
shadow
of
the
billboard
was
sixty
feet
out
by
now
.
The
afternoon
lengthened
away
.
Casy
sat
down
on
the
running
board
and
looked
westward
.
"
We
gonna
be
in
high
mountains
pretty
soon
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
was
silent
for
a
few
moments
.
Then
,
"
Tom
!
"
