Jan 16, 2007 08:04
time to follow through.
he stopped the engine, he went down on his hands and knees in the road to peer up at the gear-box, then without restoring the spark, he tried to wind up the engine again. he spun the little handle with an insane violence, faster and faster for--as it seemed to the doctor--the better part of a minute. beads of perspiration appeared upon his brow and ran together; he bared his teeth in a snarl; his hat slipped over one eye. he groaned with rage. then, using the starting handle as a club, he assailed the car.