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"
The
dirty
scum
,
"
Piani
said
.
We
were
all
cutting
twigs
and
branches
.
Everything
had
been
taken
out
of
the
car
.
Bonello
was
digging
out
in
front
of
the
wheels
.
When
we
were
ready
Aymo
started
the
car
and
put
it
into
gear
.
The
wheels
spun
round
throwing
brush
and
mud
.
Bonello
and
I
pushed
until
we
could
feel
our
joints
crack
.
The
car
would
not
move
.
"
Rock
her
back
and
forth
,
Barto
,
"
I
said
.
He
drove
the
engine
in
reverse
,
then
forward
.
The
wheels
only
dug
in
deeper
.
Then
the
car
was
resting
on
the
differential
again
,
and
the
wheels
spun
freely
in
the
holes
they
had
dug
.
I
straightened
up
.
"
We
’
ll
try
her
with
a
rope
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
any
use
,
Tenente
.
You
can
’
t
get
a
straight
pull
.
"
"
We
have
to
try
it
,
"
I
said
.
"
She
won
’
t
come
out
any
other
way
.
"
Piani
’
s
and
Bonello
’
s
cars
could
only
move
straight
ahead
down
the
narrow
road
.
We
roped
both
cars
together
and
pulled
.
The
wheels
only
pulled
sideways
against
the
ruts
.
"
It
’
s
no
good
,
"
I
shouted
.
"
Stop
it
.
"
Piani
and
Bonello
got
down
from
their
cars
and
came
back
.
Aymo
got
down
.
The
girls
were
up
the
road
about
forty
yards
sitting
on
a
stone
wall
.
