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 was babbling a bit.
When they reached the lane, they let loose of him and he sat down heavily.
'When the hell,' he asked them, 'did they start making flying cars?'
They didn't answer him. Instead, Slade yelled at me, 'Hey, Pop! You leave that wreckage alone. Don't touch none of it.'
'I got a right to touch it,' I told him. 'It's my car.'
'You leave it alone! There's something funny going on here. That junk might tell us what it is if no one monkeys with it.'
So I dropped the radiator ornament and went back to the lane.
The four of us sat down and waited. The pilot seemed to be all right. He had a cut above one eye and some blood had run down across his face, but that was all that was the matter with him. He asked for a cigarette and Slade gave him one and lit it.
Down at the end of the lane, we heard Ernie backing the police car out of the way. Pretty soon he came walking up to us. 'They'll be here right away.' He sat down with us. We didn't say anything about what had happened. I guess we were all afraid to talk.
In less than fifteen minutes, the air base descended on us.
First there was an ambulance and they loaded the pilot aboard and left in a lot of dust.
Behind the ambulance was a fire rig and behind the fire rig was a jeep with the colonel in it. Behind the colonel's jeep were other jeeps and three or four trucks, all loaded with men, and in less time that it takes to tell it, the place was swarming.
The colonel was red in the face and you could see he was upset. After all, why wouldn't he be? This was the first time a plane had ever collided in mid-air with a car.
The colonel came tramping up to Slade and he started hollering at Slade and Slade hollered right back at him and I wondered why they were sore at one another, but that wasn't it at all. That was just the way they talked when they got excited.
All around, there was a lot of running here and there and a lot more hollering, but it didn't last too long. Before the colonel got through yelling back and forth with Slade, the entire area was ringed in with men and the situation was in Air Force hands.
When the colonel finished talking with Slade, he walked over to me.
'So it was your car,' he said. The way he said it, you'd thought it was my fault.
'Yes, it was,' I told him, 'and I'm going to sue you. It was a darn good car.'
The colonel went on looking at me as if I had no right to live then suddenly seemed to recognize me. 'Say, wait a minute,' he said. 'Weren't you in to see me the other day?'
'I sure was. I told you about my skunks. It was one of them that was in Old Betsy.'
'Hold up there, old-timer,' said the colonel. 'You lost me. Let's hear that again.'
'Old Betsy was the car,' I explained, 'and the skunk was her. When your jet crashed into it, he rode a fender down.'
'You mean the skunk?the fender?the…'
'It just sort of floated down,' I finished telling him.
'Corporal,' the colonel said to Slade, 'have you further use for this man?'
'Just drunkenness,' said Slade. 'Not worth mentioning.'
'I'd like to take him back to the base with me.'
'I'd appreciate it,' Slade said in a quivery kind of voice.
'Come on, then,' said the colonel and I followed him to jeep.
We sat in the back seat and a soldier drove and he didn't waste no time. The colonel and I didn't talk much. We just hung on and hoped that we'd live through it. At least, that's the way I felt.
Back at the base, the colonel sat down at his desk pointed at a chair for me to sit in. Then he leaned back studied me. I was sure glad I had done nothing wrong, for way he looked at me, I'd just have had to up and confess it if I had.
