Pulp Fiction, 1946 · page 77 of 84
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HITCHHIKE TO A HANGNOOSE moment. He began picking away at his buttons. When the exchange was completed, Dale grunted, “‘You’re drivin’. And if you so much as look funny, I'll plug you. _ Drive back to the place where you found me.” Joe drove that way grimly. Dale sat well away from him. And he knew that ugly little pistol was pointed directly at him. Trying to beat Dale’s trigger finger again would be a suicide tactic. He could feel cold sweat touching his | forearms with small probing fingers. His stomach had the tight hollow feeling he had known in the agonizing moments before battle action. Well, Pop had told him the trip was a fool idea, If he hadn’t tried to go so far in one week end, he’d not have been sleepy and tired. He’d not have needed a hitchhiker’s company to stimulate him, he thought wearily. But there must be some way out of this situation. He should be thinking about that, instead of— Perversely, his muddled mind rambled to thoughts of the ear, of the heart- break its loss would cause the kid broth- er. Phil was still in the high school brack- et, This car was his proudest possession, and of course, an important social asset. The kid had just got over his shyness with girls, and lately the coupé had furnished a setting for some high pow- ered woo-pitching. Once the kid had soberly philoso- phized to him, “Girls are funny, Joe. There’s none of ’em that don’t really go for a bit of hugging. But they sure all hate to admit it, That’s why I rigged up this little gimmick in the ear, where the gas line runs down past the starter button.” The coupe’s gas tank was installed under the cowling ahead of the wind- shield. Joe had traced the gas line down with his eye, until his glance stopped on Phil’s gimmick. “What is it?” he ~ had asked the kid. “Just a valve lever, I can kick if on or off with my foot. When it’s off, the | engine’ll run about a mile, then start eoughing for more gas, If I’ve got a girl out, I act like it’s engine trouble.” He | grinned. “That way, she’s still got her pride, see? But you can just bet we look B START NOW TOWARD A FUTURE IN REFRICERATION aud: AIR COND/ baci’ 4A : Refrigeration and Afr Conditioning are.» a giant Industries of pr x Such industries need men who KNOW, end equip~ 2 Spare Time Trainin a af eerie cio Ps ben you cae eared > pe sie Rush Beak later, fp mere ou oven lai Bolow Voslays Practical En teresting Training es eas aie ee ane 3 Coie ue t ¥t SINCE 10297 a SONGWRITERS We are interested in all types of song poems and lyrice, Send ve youre for examination, Hi accepted Motion Picture Songwriter will collab- orate with you. Fl N YEARS? EXPERIENCE, Write to Paramount Song-Recording Stedio,. Dept. T-7, Box 190, Hollywood, Cal. PSORIASIS ®!0 Your skin = affected parte of boty without shat gg = satisfying relief. N Rino exneitaed for © jeozEMA. SEND We "nO: ae = and OFFER Tb cow : can Schenoetady Aves Bont, BGs) 3 ae al LINCOLN AND INDIAN BEAD y PENNIES WANTED} Pay $10. EACH LINCOLN S PENMIES! fp ail ae Qe tae se Meee FEDERAL COIN. EXC. XC. ANGE, (-AFM, Cotombus 8, On0 | DET ote TEVES : TRAININ 8 Cee tines ee monte eB “pErECTIVE SYOTEM. Zs 1702-2 MON Please niention Ace Fiorion Group when answering advertisemente COmmicloooksS.€@ im