[*Anglice--canteen cigarette.] "I thought at first I'd reach over an' get a half-nelson on 'im from behind.

But, strike me blind! I didn't dare! "Look where we are now.

Can you see the 'air-pin turn at the bottom of this 'ill, with a ditch, beyond it?
Well, we takes that turn in pitch-dark shadow with all four wheels in the air, an' you'd 'a thought we was a blinkin' airplane a doin' stunts.
But 'e's a hexpert, 'e is, an' we 'olds the road.

From there on we goes in one 'oly murderin' streak to a point about 'alf-way up the 'ill where the Inn of the Good Samaritan stands on top.
There we 'as two blow-outs simultaneous, an' thinks I, now, my son, I've got you! I gets out.
"'You can drive,' I says, 'like Jehu son o' Nimshi what made Israel to sin.

Let's see you make bricks now without no bleedin' straw'! I knew there weren't no tools under the seat--there never are in this 'ere country if you've left your car out o' your sight for five minutes.