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Chapter 13
’There’scertainlynothingobviouslybroken.’
Cliffordstartedhisengine,thenputheringear.Shewouldnotmove.
’Runherabithard,like,’suggestedthekeeper.
Cliffordresentedtheinterference:buthemadehisenginebuzzlikeablue-bottle.Thenshecoughedandsnarledandseemedtogobetter.
’Soundsasifshe’dcomeclear,’saidMellors.
ButCliffordhadalreadyjerkedherintogear.Shegaveasicklurchandebbedweaklyforwards.
’IfIgiveherapush,she’lldoit,’saidthekeeper,goingbehind.
’Keepoff!’snappedClifford.’She’lldoitbyherself.’
’ButClifford!’putinConniefromthebank,’youknowit’stoomuchforher.Whyareyousoobstinate!’
Cliffordwaspalewithanger.Hejabbedathislevers.Thechairgaveasortofscurry,reeledonafewmoreyards,andcametoherendamidaparticularlypromisingpatchofbluebells.
’She’sdone!’saidthekeeper.’Notpowerenough.’
’She’sbeenupherebefore,’saidCliffordcoldly.
’Shewon’tdoitthistime,’saidthekeeper.
Clifforddidnotreply.Hebegandoingthingswithhisengine,runningherfastandslowasiftogetsomesortoftuneoutofher.Thewoodre-echoedwithweirdnoises.Thenheputheringearwithajerk,havingjerkedoffhisbrake.
’You’llripherinsideout,’murmuredthekeeper.
Thechairchargedinasicklurchsidewaysattheditch.
’Clifford!’criedConnie,rushingforward.
Butthekeeperhadgotthechairbytherail.
