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"
I
kept
telling
you
to
put
your
headlights
on
.
"
"
I
know
,
I
know
.
And
I
just
wouldn
’
t
listen
,
would
I
?
I
wish
I
had
a
drink
.
I
do
have
a
drink
.
Look
.
It
’
s
not
broken
.
"
"
It
’
s
raining
in
,
"
Nately
noticed
.
"
I
’
m
getting
wet
.
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
got
the
bottle
of
rye
open
,
drank
and
handed
it
off
.
Lying
tangled
up
on
top
of
each
other
,
they
all
drank
but
Nately
,
who
kept
groping
ineffectually
for
the
door
handle
.
The
bottle
fell
against
his
head
with
a
clunk
,
and
whiskey
poured
down
his
neck
.
He
began
writhing
convulsively
.
"
Hey
,
we
’
ve
got
to
get
out
of
here
!
"
he
cried
.
"
We
’
ll
all
drown
.
"
"
Is
anybody
in
there
?
"
asked
Clevinger
with
concern
,
shining
a
flashlight
down
from
the
top
.
"
It
’
s
Clevinger
!
"
they
shouted
,
and
tried
to
pull
him
in
through
the
window
as
he
reached
down
to
aid
them
.
"
Look
at
them
!
"
Clevinger
exclaimed
indignantly
to
McWatt
,
who
sat
grinning
at
the
wheel
of
the
staff
car
.
"
Lying
there
like
a
bunch
of
drunken
animals
.
You
too
,
Nately
?
You
ought
to
be
ashamed
!
Come
on
—
help
me
get
them
out
of
there
before
they
all
die
of
pneumonia
.
"
"
You
know
,
that
don
’
t
sound
like
such
a
bad
idea
,
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
reflected
.
"
I
think
I
will
die
of
pneumonia
.
"
