The clock showed four-forty-four and Clint saw the car roll around the
corner into the square
The clock showed four-forty-four and Clint saw the car roll around the
corner into the square. “Come on,” he begged. “We’ll have to beat it,
Amy.” Amy nodded, but the youth was cranking again and he didn’t want to
desert his post. This time their combined efforts were crowned with
success. The car awoke to a steady, frantic chugging. The youth mopped
his forehead again.