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Sound
telegraphs
through
the
frame
.
There
goes
a
gasket
.
Got
to
go
on
.
Listen
to
her
whistle
.
Find
a
nice
place
to
camp
an
’
I
’
ll
jerk
the
head
off
.
But
,
God
Almighty
,
the
food
’
s
gettin
’
low
,
the
money
’
s
gettin
’
low
.
When
we
can
’
t
buy
no
more
gas
—
what
then
?
Danny
in
the
back
seat
wants
a
cup
a
water
.
Little
fella
’
s
thirsty
.
Listen
to
that
gasket
whistle
.
Chee
-
rist
!
There
she
went
.
Blowed
tube
an
’
casing
all
to
hell
.
Have
to
fix
her
.
Save
that
casing
to
make
boots
;
cut
’
em
out
an
’
stick
’
em
inside
a
weak
place
.
Cars
pulled
up
beside
the
road
,
engine
heads
off
,
tires
mended
.
Cars
limping
along
66
like
wounded
things
,
panting
and
struggling
.
Too
hot
,
loose
connections
,
loose
bearings
,
rattling
bodies
.
Danny
wants
a
cup
of
water
.
People
in
flight
along
66
.
And
the
concrete
road
shone
like
a
mirror
under
the
sun
,
and
in
the
distance
the
heat
made
it
seem
that
there
were
pools
of
water
in
the
road
.
Danny
wants
a
cup
a
water
.
He
’
ll
have
to
wait
,
poor
little
fella
.
He
’
s
hot
.
Nex
’
service
station
.
Service
station
,
like
the
fella
says
.
Two
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
people
over
the
road
.
Fifty
thousand
old
cars
—
wounded
,
steaming
.
Wrecks
along
the
road
,
abandoned
