FORE:Jeffs hand flashed down, the wrench, with a twisting, underhand fling, spun through the air. Jeff dropped into the cockpit. The wrench struck, hitting the mans arm and deflecting the muzzle of his weapon as it explodedbut he did not drop it.
The man interrupted, "I ain't going daown the road, nor anywheres else before suppernor after supper neither, if I don't feel like it." He was bold enough in speech, but his eyes dropped before Kirby's indignant ones.The tall, slim pilot, grinned at the compliments and then went on working his jaws on the gum he habitually chewed."They are travelling rapidly, of course. We shan't overtake them."202