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Chapter 29

           BonelloandIpusheduntilwecouldfeelourjointscrack.Thecarwouldnotmove.

           "Rockherbackandforth,Barto,"Isaid.

           Hedrovetheengineinreverse,thenforward.Thewheelsonlydugindeeper.Thenthecarwasrestingonthedifferentialagain,andthewheelsspunfreelyintheholestheyhaddug.Istraightenedup.

           "We’lltryherwitharope,"Isaid.

           "Idon’tthinkit’sanyuse,Tenente.Youcan’tgetastraightpull."

           "Wehavetotryit,"Isaid."Shewon’tcomeoutanyotherway."

           Piani’sandBonello’scarscouldonlymovestraightaheaddownthenarrowroad.Weropedbothcarstogetherandpulled.Thewheelsonlypulledsidewaysagainsttheruts.

           "It’snogood,"Ishouted."Stopit."

           PianiandBonellogotdownfromtheircarsandcameback.Aymogotdown.Thegirlswereuptheroadaboutfortyyardssittingonastonewall.

           "Whatdoyousay,Tenente?"Bonelloasked.

           "We’lldigoutandtryoncemorewiththebrush,"Isaid.Ilookeddowntheroad.Itwasmyfault.Ihadledthemuphere.Thesunwasalmostoutfrombehindthecloudsandthebodyofthesergeantlaybesidethehedge.

           "We’llputhiscoatandcapeunder,"Isaid.Bonellowenttogetthem.IcutbrushandAymoandPianidugoutinfrontandbetweenthewheels.Icutthecape,thenrippeditintwo,andlaiditunderthewheelinthemud,thenpiledbrushforthewheelstocatch.WewerereadytostartandAymogotupontheseatandstartedthecar.Thewheelsspunandwepushedandpushed.Butitwasn’tanyuse.

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