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           Ithinkshe’lljus’meltoutan’maybegivethewallsabrassplate."

           "Thinkshemightscorethewalls?"

           Tomlaughed."JesusChrist,themwallscantakeit.She’sdrinkin’oillikeagopherholeawready.Littlemoreain’tgonnahurtnone."Heworkedtheroddownovertheshaftandtestedthelowerhalf."She’lltakesomeshim."Hesaid,"Casy!"

           "Yeah."

           "I’mtakin’upthisherebearingnow.Getouttothatcrankan’turnheroverslowwhenItellya."Hetightenedthebolts."Now.Overslow!"Andastheangularshaftturned,heworkedthebearingagainstit."Toomuchshim,"Tomsaid."Holdit,Casy."Hetookouttheboltsandremovedthinshimsfromeachsideandputtheboltsback."Tryheragain,Casy!"Andheworkedtherodagain."She’salit-tlebitlooseyet.Wonderifshe’dbetootightifItookoutmoreshim.I’lltryher."Againheremovedtheboltsandtookoutanotherpairofthethinstrips."Nowtryher,Casy."

           "Thatlooksgood,"saidAl.

           Tomcalled,"Sheanyhardertoturn,Casy?"

           "No,Idon’tthinkso."

           "Well,Ithinkshe’ssnughere.IhopetoGodsheis.Can’thonenobabbittwithouttools.Thisheresocketwrenchmakesherahellofaloteasier."

           Alsaid,"Bossathatyardgonnabepurtymadwhenhelooksforthatsizesocketan’sheain’tthere."

           "That’shisscrewin’,"saidTom."Wedidn’stealher."Hetappedthecotter-pinsinandbenttheendsout."Ithinkthat’sgood.