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Show Flying - 37 damned If it didn't have turpentine in it, instead of oil." He scratches his head placidly. "Leastways I think that's what it is. Don't it smell like turpentine to you?" He holds up a five-gallon can for John Henry to smell the contents. "Sure burned the fuck out of her, didn't I?" says Arkwright. John Henry admires his profound calm in the face of disaster. • "What are they going to do to you?" he asks. But Arkwright is still contemplating his masterpiece. "She run real good for about a minute after I started her up, then she began to make funny noises and just blew up. I was standing six feet away and it knocked me right on ray ass." he says. "Are they going to courtmartial you?" says John Henry, who worries about the consequences of his acts. "Do you think they'll make you pay for it?" A tall first lieutenant wearing a chaplain's cross and carrying a big glass jar walks up to them. "Was anybody hurt?" he asks with a deep Southern accent. The first of the fire trucks rolls up and the chaplain is pushed aside before he can get an answer. As the firemen are jumping off the first truck, another comes sliding around the end of the row, happy soldiers clinging to its sides |