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face striking the steering bar. I had forgotten to put the damned
    transmission in neutral and had almost lost an eye as a result. I could almost hear Tink laughing.
    I fixed that and then tried the wires again. The motor turned over and turned over. It coughed once, puffing a dirty
    brown smoke signal into the air to be torn away by the ceaseless wind, and then the motor just went on cranking. I
    kept trying to tell myself the machine was just in rough shape - man who'd go off without putting the sand-flaps down,
    after all, was apt to forget anything - but I became more and more sure that they had drained A the diesel, just as I had
    feared.
    And then, just as I was about to give up and look for something I could use to dipstick the loader's fuel tank (all the
    better to read the bad news with, my dear), the motor bellowed into life.
    I let the wires go - the bare patch on the blue one was smoking - and goosed the throttle. When it was running
    smoothly, I geared it into first, swung it around, and started back toward the long brown rectangle cut neatly into the
    westbound lane of the highway.
    The rest of the day was a long bright hell of roaring engine and blazing sun. The driver of the Case-Jordan had
    forgotten to mount his sand-flaps, but he had remembered to take his sun umbrella. Well, the old gods laugh
    sometimes, I guess. No reason why. They just do. And I guess the old gods have a twisted sense of humor.
    It was almost two o'clock before I got all of the asphalt chunks down into the ditch, because I had never achieved any
    real degree of delicacy with the pincers. And with the spade-shaped piece at the end, I had to cut it in two and then
    drag each of the chunks down into the ditch by hand. I was afraid that if I used the pincers I would break them.
    When all the asphalt pieces were down in the ditch, I drove the bucketloader back down to the road equipment. I was
    getting low on fuel; it was time to siphon. I stopped at the van, got the hose ... and found myself staring, hypnotized,
    at the big jerrican of water. I tossed the siphon away for the time being and crawled into the back of the van. I poured
    water over my face and neck and chest and screamed with pleasure. I knew that if I drank I would vomit, but I had to
    drink. So I did and I vomited, not getting up to do it but only turning my head to one side and then crab-crawling as far
    away from the mess as I could.
    Then I slept again and when I woke up it was nearly dusk and somewhere a wolf was howling at a new moon rising in
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    the purple sky.
    In the dying light the cut I had made really did look like a grave - the grave of some mythical ogre. Goliath, maybe.
    Never, I
    told the long hole in the asphalt.
    Please,
    Elizabeth whispered back. Please ... for me.
    I got four more Empirin out of the glove compartment and swallowed them down.
    'For you,' I said.
    I parked the Case-Jordan with its fuel tank close to the tank of a bulldozer, and used a crowbar to pry off the caps on
    both. A 'dozer-jockey on a state crew might get away with forgetting to drop the sand-flaps on his vehicle, but with
    forgetting to lock the fuel-cap, in these days Of $1.05 diesel? Never.
    I got the fuel running from the 'dozer into my loader and waited, trying not to think, watching the moon rise higher and
    higher in the sky. After awhile I drove back to the cut in the asphalt and started to dig.
    Running a bucket-loader by moonlight was a lot easier than running a jackhammer under the broiling desert sun, but it
    was still slow work because I was determined that the floor of my excavation should have exactly the right slant. As a
    consequence, I frequently consulted the carpenter's level I'd brought with me. That meant stopping the loader, getting
    down, measuring, and climbing up into the peak-seat again. No problem ordinarily, but by midnight my body had
    stiffened up and every movement sent a shriek