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тАЬGrunts,тАЭ the Indian admitted.

He said, тАЬOkay, Grunts. You say put my bag in the back.тАЭ He picked up his bag and tried the handle of
the rear door. The door was locked. тАЬIt's locked,тАЭ he said. Grunts reached back and knocked down the
lock. After the bag was in the back, Grunts closed the door and again locked it by flipping up the handle.
He asked the Indian, тАЬWhat's the matter? Afraid it will come to life and jump out?тАЭ

тАЬUgh,тАЭ Grunts said.

He got in the station wagon with the Indian, in the front seat, and the Indian at once leaned across,
yanked on the door to make sure it was shut, then threw up the handle, locking the door.

тАЬWhat's the idea?тАЭ

тАЬUgh!тАЭ

тАЬIt's hot in here. It must be a hundred and forty with no ventilation.тАЭ

тАЬUgh!тАЭ

He started to roll down the window, but the Indian said another, тАЬUgh!тАЭ loudly and knocked his hand
away from the window crank. тАЬIxnay,тАЭ the Indian added. тАЬWindow up, door locked.тАЭ
тАЬWhy?тАЭ

тАЬFeel better,тАЭ the Indian said.

тАЬWhat do you mean?тАЭ

тАЬNever mind.тАЭ

It was already unbelievably hot in the station wagon, hot enough so he knew the Indian had been riding
with the windows closed tightly. Sweat was already beginning to pop from every pore. Scared Indian or
no scared Indian, he decided this was not his day to be cremated in an airtight station wagon in a desert.
Furthermore he was sure the Indian was wearing at least one concealed gun.

He tried once more, asking, тАЬWhy keep this thing closed up like an oven?тАЭ

тАЬFeel better.тАЭ

He took hold of both the Indian's wrists with his left hand, reaching across and pinning the Indian to the
seat with his left elbow. He put enough pressure in his fingers, held the Indian, used his right hand to
search for guns. Presently he found that he was mining firearms. He brought out of the Indian's clothing an
army automatic, a Luger, two Colt single action six-shooters, a ladylike .25-calibre automatic, a fat
derringer with double barrels, a tiny .22-calibre revolver, a single-shot .22 pistol.

тАЬFor God's sake!тАЭ he said. He was amazed. тАЬIs that all?тАЭ

The Indian was indignant. тАЬOne in boot,тАЭ he explained.