Then he danced and blew on his burned hand.

Snatching out his handkerchief he rubbed off all the grease, and imagined the saucer was brighter.
"If 'a little is good, more is better,'" quoted the Harvester.
Wadding the handkerchief he returned the saucer to the engine.

Then he slipped out, dripping perspiration, glanced toward the cabin, and ran into the work room.

The first object he saw was a willow cup half full of red paint, stuck and dried as if to remain forever.

He took his knife and tried to whittle it off, but noticing that he was scratching the cup he filled it with turpentine, set it under a work bench, turned a tin pan over it, and covered it with shavings.