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"
Not
so
bad
.
This
machine
is
no
good
but
the
others
march
.
"
He
stopped
working
and
smiled
.
"
Were
you
on
permission
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
wiped
his
hands
on
his
jumper
and
grinned
.
"
You
have
a
good
time
?
"
The
others
all
grinned
too
.
"
Fine
,
"
I
said
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
this
machine
?
"
"
It
’
s
no
good
.
One
thing
after
another
.
"
"
What
’
s
the
matter
now
?
"
"
New
rings
.
"
I
left
them
working
,
the
car
looking
disgraced
and
empty
with
the
engine
open
and
parts
spread
on
the
work
bench
,
and
went
in
under
the
shed
and
looked
at
each
of
the
cars
.
They
were
moderately
clean
,
a
few
freshly
washed
,
the
others
dusty
.
I
looked
at
the
tires
carefully
,
looking
for
cuts
or
stone
bruises
.
Everything
seemed
in
good
condition
.
It
evidently
made
no
difference
whether
I
was
there
to
look
after
things
or
not
.
I
had
imagined
that
the
condition
of
the
cars
,
whether
or
not
things
were
obtainable
,
the
smooth
functioning
of
the
business
of
removing
wounded
and
sick
from
the
dressing
stations
,
hauling
them
back
from
the
mountains
to
the
clearing
station
and
then
distributing
them
to
the
hospitals
named
on
their
papers
,
depended
to
a
considerable
extent
on
myself
.
Evidently
it
did
not
matter
whether
I
was
there
or
not
.
"
Has
there
been
any
trouble
getting
parts
?
"
I
asked
the
sergeant
mechanic
.
"
No
,
Signor
Tenente
.
"
