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           Gonnabeajobgettin’themringsin,speciallyunderneath."Tomsaid,"Yaknow,afellatol’meonetimeyawrapsomefinebrasswirearoun’theringtohol’her."

           "Yeah,buthowyagonnagetthewireoff?"

           "Yadon’tgetheroff.Shemeltsoffan’don’thurtnothin’."

           "Copperwire’dbebetter."

           "Itain’tstrongenough,"saidTom.Heturnedtotheone-eyedman.

           "Gotanyfinebrasswire?"

           "Idunno.Ithinkthey’saspoolsomewheres.Whered’yathinkafellacouldgetoneathempatchesone-eye’fellaswear?"

           "Idon’know,"saidTom."Le’sseeifyoucanfin’thatwire."Intheironshedtheydugthroughboxesuntiltheyfoundthespool.Tomsettherodinaviseandcarefullywrappedthewirearoundthepistonrings,forcingthemdeepintotheirslots,andwherethewirewastwistedhehammereditflat;andthenheturnedthepistonandtappedthewireallarounduntilitclearedthepistonwall.Heranhisfingerupanddowntomakesurethattheringsandwirewereflushwiththewall.Itwasgettingdarkintheshed.Theone-eyedmanbroughtaflashlightandshoneitsbeamonthework.

           "Theresheis!"saidTom."Say—what’llyatakeforthatlight?"

           "Well,itain’tmuchgood.Gotfifteencents’anewbatteries.Youcanhaveherfor—oh,thirty-fivecents."

           "O.K.An’whatweoweyaforthisherecon-rodan’piston?"

           Theone-eyedmanrubbedhisforeheadwithaknuckle,andalineofdirtpeeledoff."Well,sir,Ijus’dunno.