Somebody’s running toward him … It’s a kid, a guy in his twenties … He’s come from the highway … He comes up close and his mouth falls open and he gives Yeager a look of stone horror … “Are you all right!” The look on the kid’s face! Christalmighty! “I was in my car! I saw you coming down!” “Listen,” says Yeager. The pain in his finger is terrific. “Listen … you got a knife?” The kid digs into his pocket and pulls out a penknife. Yeager starts cutting the glove off his left hand.
