'Just took good care of her.'
'Has anyone else ever worked on her?'
'I wouldn't let no one lay a hand on her.'
'Then you can't explain how that car could possibly operate by itself?'
'No, sir. Betsy is a smart car, Captain…'
'You're sure you weren't driving?'
'I wasn't driving. I was just taking it easy while Betsy took me home.'
The captain threw down his pencil in disgust. 'I give up!' He got up from the desk. 'I'm going out and make some more coffee,' he said to Slade. 'You see what you can do.
'There's one thing,' Ernie said to Slade as the captain left. 'The skunk…'
'What about the skunk?'
'Skunks don't wave their tails,' said Ernie. 'Skunks don't purr.'
'This skunk did,' Slade said sarcastically. 'This was a special skunk. This was a ring-tailed wonder of a skunk. Besides, the skunk hasn't got a thing to do with it. He was just out for a ride.'
'You boys haven't got a little nip?' I asked. I was feeling mighty low.
'Sure,' said Ernie. He went to a locker in one corner of the room and took out a bottle.
Through the windows, I could see that the east was beginning to brighten. Dawn wasn't far away.
The telephone rang. Slade picked it up.
Ernie motioned to me and I walked across to where he stood by the locker. He handed me the bottle.
'Take it easy, Pop,' he advised me. 'You don't want to hang one on again.'
I took it easy. About a tumbler and a half, I'd reckon.
Slade hollered, 'Hey!' at us.
'What's going on?' asked Ernie.
He took the bottle from me, not by force exactly, but almost.
'A farmer found the car,' said Slade. 'It took a shot at his dog.'
'It took a what?a shot at his dog?' Ernie stuttered.
'That's what the fellow says. Went out to get in the cows. Early. Going fishing and was anxious to get the morning chores done. Found what he thought was an abandoned car at the end of a lane.'
'And the shot?'
'I'm coming to that. Dog ran up barking. The car shot out a spark?a big spark. It knocked the dog over. He got up and ran. Car shot out another spark. Caught him in the rump. Fellow says the pooch is blistered.'
Slade headed for the door. 'Come on, the both of you.'
'We may need you, Pop,' said Ernie.
We ran and piled into the car.
'Where is this farm?' asked Ernie.
'Out west of the air base,' said Slade.
The farmer was waiting for us at the barnyard gate. He jumped in when Slade stopped. 'The car's still there,' he said. 'I been watching. It hasn't come out.'
'Any other way it could get out?'
'Nope. Woods and fields is all. That lane is dead end.'
Slade grunted in satisfaction. He drove down the road and ran the police car across the mouth of the lane, blocking it entirely. 'We walk from here,' he said.
'Right around that bend,' the farmer told us.
We walked around the bend and saw it was Betsy, all right. 'That's my car,' I said.
'Let's scatter out a bit,' said Slade. 'It might start shooting at us.' He loosened the gun in his holster.
'Don't you go shooting up my car,' I warned him, but he paid me no mind.
Like he said, we scattered out a bit, the four of us, and went toward the car. It seemed funny that we should be acting that way, as if Betsy was an enemy and we were stalking her.
She looked the same as ever, just an old beat-up jalopy that had a lot of sense and a lot of loyalty. And I kept thinking about how she always got me places and always got me back.
Then all at once she charged us. She was headed in the wrong direction and she was backing up, but she charged us just the same.
She gave a little leap and was running at full speed and going faster every second and I saw Slade pull his gun.
I jumped out, in the middle of the lane and waved my arms. I didn't trust that Slade. I was afraid that if I couldn't get Betsy stopped, he'd shoot her full of holes.
But Betsy didn't stop. She kept right on charging us and she was going faster than an old wreck like her had any right to go.
'Jump, you fool!' shouted Ernie. 'She'll run over you!'
I jumped, but my heart wasn't in the jump. I thought that if things had come to the pass where Betsy'd run me down there wasn't too much left for me to go on living for.
I stubbed my toe and fell flat on my face, but even while I was falling, I saw Betsy leave the ground as if she was going to leap over me. I knew right away that I'd never been in any danger, that Betsy never had any intention of hitting me at all.
She sailed right up into the sky, with her wheels still spinning, as if she was backing up a long, steep hill that was invisible.
I twisted around and sat up and stared at her and she sure was a pretty sight. She was flying just like an airplane. I was downright proud of her.
Slade stood with his mouth open and his gun hanging at his side. He never even tried to fire it. He probably forgot that he even had a gun in his hand.
Betsy went up above the treeline and the sun made her sparkle and gleam?I'd polished her only the week before last?and I thought how swell it was she had learned to fly.
It was then I saw the jet and I tried to yell a warning for Betsy, but my mouth dried up like there was alum in it and the yell wouldn't come out.
It didn't take more than a second, probably, although it seemed to me that days passed while Betsy hung there and the jet hung there and I knew they would crash.
Then there were pieces flying all over the sky and the jet was smoking and heading for a cornfield off to the left of us.
I sat there limp in the middle of the lane and watched the pieces that had been Betsy falling back to earth and I felt sick.
It was an awful thing to see.
The pieces came down and you could hear them falling, thudding on the ground, but there was one piece that didn't fall as fast as the others. It just seemed to glide.
I watched, wondering why it glided while all the other pieces fell and I saw it was a fender and that it seemed to be rocking back and forth, as if it wanted to fall, too, only something held it back.
It glided down to the ground near the edge of the woods. It landed easy and rocked a little, then tipped over. And when it tipped over, it spilled something out of it. The thing got up and shook itself and trotted straight into the woods. It was the friendly skunk!
By this time, everyone was running. Ernie was running for the farmhouse to phone the base about the jet and Slade and the farmer were running toward the cornfield, where the jet had ploughed a path in the corn wide enough to haul a barn through.
I got up and walked off the lane to where I had seen some pieces falling. I found a few of them?a headlight, the lens not even broken, and a wheel, all caved in and twisted, and the radiator ornament. I knew it was no use. No one could ever get Betsy back together.
I stood there with the radiator ornament in my hand and thought of all the good times Betsy and I had had together?how she'd take me to the tavern and wait until I was ready to go home, and how we'd go fishing and eat a picnic lunch together, and how we'd go up north deer hunting in the fall.
While I was standing there, Slade and the farmer came down from the cornfield with the pilot walking between them. He was sort of rubber-legged and they were holding him up. He had a glassy look in his eyes and he
