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small clouds rosy with sunlight drove, quite empty of any sense. Then his abdominal<br />
muscles <strong>com</strong>pleted the retch upon which he had lost consciousness and he heaved<br />
himself up and sprawled into the foot of the car, banging his head on the door. The blow<br />
fetched him <strong>com</strong>pletely to and he opened the door and half fell to the ground and dragged<br />
himself up and turned toward the station at a stumbling run. He fell. On hands and knees<br />
he looked at the empty siding and up at the sunfilled sky with unbelief and despair. He<br />
rose and ran on, in his stained dinner jacket, his burst collar and broken hair. I passed out,<br />
he thought in a kind of rage, I passed out. _I passed out._<br />
The platform was deserted <strong>save</strong> for a negro with a broom. "Gret Gawd, white<br />
folks," he said.<br />
"The train," Gowan said, "the special. The one that was on that track."<br />
"Hit done lef. But five minutes ago." With the broom still in the arrested gesture<br />
of sweeping he watched Gowan turn and run back to the car and tumble into it.<br />
The jar lay on the floor. He kicked it aside and started the engine. He knew that he<br />
needed something on his stomach, but there wasn't time. He looked down at the jar. His<br />
inside coiled coldly, but he raised the jar and drank, guzzling, choking the stuff down,<br />
clapping a cigarette into his mouth to restrain the paroxysm. Almost at once he felt better.<br />
He crossed the square at forty miles an hour. It was six-fifteen. He took the Taylor<br />
road, increasing speed. He drank again from the jar without slowing down. When he<br />
reached Taylor the train was just pulling out of the station. He slammed in between two<br />
wagons as the last car passed. The vestibule opened; Temple sprang down and ran for a<br />
few steps beside the car while an official leaned down and shook his fist at her.<br />
Gowan had got out. She turned and came toward him, walking swiftly. Then she<br />
paused, stopped, came on again, staring at his wild face and hair, at his ruined collar and<br />
shirt.<br />
"You're drunk," she said. "You pig. You filthy pig."<br />
"Had a big night. You dont know the half of it."<br />
She looked about, at the bleak yellow station, the overalled men chewing slowly<br />
and watching her, down the track at the diminishing train, at the four puffs of vapor that<br />
had almost died away when the sound of the whistle came back. "You filthy pig," she<br />
said. "You cant go anywhere like this. You haven't even changed clothes." At the car she<br />
stopped again. "What's that behind you?"<br />
"My canteen," Gowan said. "Get in."<br />
She looked at him, her mouth boldly scarlet, her eyes watchful and cold beneath<br />
her brimless hat, a curled spill of red hair. She looked back at the station again, stark and<br />
ugly in the fresh morning. "Let's get away from here." He started the car and turned it.<br />
"You'd better take me back to Oxford," she said. She looked back at the station. It now<br />
lay in shadow, in the shadow of a high scudding cloud. "You'd better," she said.<br />
At two o'clock that afternoon, running at good speed through a high murmurous<br />
desolation of pines, Gowan swung the car from the gravel into a narrow road between<br />
eroded banks descending toward a bottom of cypress and gum. He wore a cheap blue<br />
workshirt beneath his dinner jacket. His eyes were bloodshot, puffed, his jowls covered<br />
by blue stubble, and looking at him, braced and clinging as the car leaped and bounced in<br />
the worn ruts, Temple thought His whiskers have grown since we left Dumfries. It was<br />
hair-oil he drank. He bought a bottle of hair-oil at Dumfries and drank it.