“Sam trotted off toward the bunk houses, and
London followed more slowly.

John Weir the Great, King of the Nords and Jim
circled the building and went to the ancient Ford
touring car.

‘Get in, Jim. You drive the gillopy.’ A roar of voices
came from the other side of the bunk house. Jim
turned the key and retarded the spark lever. The
coils buzzed like little rattlesnakes.”