Gillopy​

“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.”
–John Steinbeck (Dubious Battle,1936)