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           IfIain’tgonnapreachnomore,Igottogetmarried.Why,Tommy,I’ma-lustin’aftertheflesh."

           "Metoo,"saidTom."Say,thedayIcomeoutaMcAlesterIwassmokin’.Irunmedownagirl,ahoorgirl,likeshewasarabbit.Iwon’ttellyawhathappened.Iwouldn’ttellnobodywhathappened."

           Casylaughed."Iknowwhathappened.Iwenta-fastin’intothewildernessonetime,an’whenIcomeoutthesamedamnthinghappenedtome."

           "Hellitdid!"saidTom."Well,Isavedmymoneyanyway,an’Igivethatgirlarun.ThoughtIwasnuts.Ishouldapaidher,butIon’ygotfivebuckstomyname.Shesaidshedidn’twantnomoney.Here,rollinunderherean’graba-holt.I’lltapherloose.Thenyouturnoutthatboltan’Iturnoutmyend,an’weletherdowneasy.Carefulthatgasket.See,shecomesoffinonepiece.They’son’yfourcylinderstothesehereol’Dodges.Itookonedownonetime.Gotmainbearingsbigasacantaloupe.Now—letherdown—holdit.Reachupan’pulldownthatgasketwhereit’sstuck—easynow.There!"Thegreasypanlayonthegroundbetweenthem,andalittleoilstilllayinthewells.Tomreachedintooneofthefrontwellsandpickedoutsomebrokenpiecesofbabbitt."Theresheis,"hesaid.Heturnedthebabbittinhisfingers."Shaft’sup.Lookinbackan’getthecrank.TurnherovertillItellyou."

           Casygottohisfeetandfoundthecrankandfittedit."Ready?"

           "Reach—noweasy—littlemore—littlemore—rightthere."