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Chapter 16
Casykneeleddownandlookedunderagain.Tomrattledtheconnecting-rodbearingagainsttheshaft."Theresheis."
"Whatyas’posedoneit?"Casyasked."Oh,hell,Idon’know!Thisbuggybeenontheroadthirteenyears.Sayssixty-thousandmilesonthespeedometer.Thatmeansahunderdan’sixty,an’Godknowshowmanytimestheyturnedthenumbersback.Getshot—maybesomebodylettheoilgetlow—jus’wentout."Hepulledthecotter-pinsandputhiswrenchonabearingbolt.Hestrainedandthewrenchslipped.Alonggashappearedonthebackofhishand.Tomlookedatit—thebloodflowedevenlyfromthewoundandmettheoilanddrippedintothepan.
"That’stoobad,"Casysaid."WantIshoulddothatan’youwrapupyourhan’?"
"Hell,no!Ineverfixednocarinmylife’thoutcuttin’myself.Nowit’sdoneIdon’thavetoworrynomore."Hefittedthewrenchagain."WishtIhadacrescentwrench,"hesaid,andhehammeredthewrenchwiththebuttofhishanduntiltheboltsloosened.Hetookthemoutandlaidthemwiththepanboltsinthepan,andthecotter-pinswiththem.Heloosenedthebearingboltsandpulledoutthepiston.Heputpistonandconnecting-rodinthepan."There,byGod!"Hesquirmedfreefromunderthecarandpulledthepanoutwithhim.Hewipedhishandonapieceofgunnysackingandinspectedthecut."Bleedin’likeason-of-a-bitch,"hesaid."Well,Icanstopthat."Heurinatedontheground,pickedupahandfuloftheresultingmud,andplastereditoverthewound.
