You'll need it." "Thanks!" Houston laughed with a new exhilaration, a new spirit of desire.

"It can't do any more than kill me." "Nope." The villager was shouting now above the exhaust of the powerful engine, "But it shore can take a delight in doin' that! S' long!" "So long!" The gears meshed.

A stream of smoke from the new oil spat out for a second.

Then, roaring and chortling with the beginning of battle, the machine swept away toward the slight turn that indicated the scraggly end of the little town of Dominion, and the beginning of the first grade.
The exhilaration still was upon Barry Houston.

He whistled and sang, turning now and then to view the bright greenness of the new-leafed aspens, to watch the circling sallies of the jaybirds, or to stare ahead to where the blues and greens and purples of the foliage and rocks merged in the distance.