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"
Hop
in
,
"
said
Chief
White
Halfoat
,
driving
up
drunk
in
a
covered
jeep
.
He
waited
until
they
had
crowded
inside
and
then
spurted
ahead
with
a
suddenness
that
rolled
them
all
over
backward
.
He
roared
with
laughter
at
their
curses
.
He
drove
straight
ahead
when
he
left
the
parking
lot
and
rammed
the
car
into
the
embankment
on
the
other
side
of
the
road
.
The
others
piled
forward
in
a
helpless
heap
and
began
cursing
him
again
.
"
I
forgot
to
turn
,
"
he
explained
.
"
Be
careful
,
will
you
?
"
Nately
cautioned
.
"
You
’
d
better
put
your
headlights
on
.
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
pulled
back
in
reverse
,
made
his
turn
and
shot
away
up
the
road
at
top
speed
.
The
wheels
were
sibilant
on
the
whizzing
black
-
top
surface
.
"
Not
so
fast
,
"
urged
Nately
.
"
You
’
d
better
take
me
to
your
squadron
first
so
I
can
help
you
put
him
to
bed
.
Then
you
can
drive
me
back
to
my
squadron
.
"
"
Who
the
hell
are
you
?
"
"
Dunbar
.
"
"
Hey
,
put
your
headlights
on
,
"
Nately
shouted
.
"
And
watch
the
road
!
"
"
They
are
on
.
Isn
’
t
Yossarian
in
this
car
?
That
’
s
the
only
reason
I
let
the
rest
of
you
bastards
in
.
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
turned
completely
around
to
stare
into
the
back
seat
.
"
Watch
the
road
!
"
