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Cigarettes obtained passed round, and all of us puffed away in silent self-congratulation. We have been beautiful proud of ourselves. “It’s going to get tough from here,” Donald acknowledged, cupping his hand round the sparkling ember of his cigarette. “Whatdya suggest? ” Murdo glowered at him. “It’s downhill from right here to the Crobost turnoff. ” “Exactly. Gravity’s going to extend the burden of that factor and we’re going to have a task holding it from working clear of us. We’ll want the largest, most powerful boys on the entrance to maintain it less than regulate. ” And so the Macritchie brothers, zits Boy, and his good friend have been delegated to manage the tyre from front, jogging backward down the hill. Me and Artair have been at one part, Iain and Seonaidh on the different. And Donald and Calum took a rim each one on the rear. We had simply wheeled it out into the most street while automobile headlights seemed all of sudden over a blind bend on the best of the hill. None folks had even heard it coming. there has been panic. There wasn’t time to get the tyre again into the shadow of the construction, and so Donald placed his shoulder to it and driven it over into the trench. It took Murdo Ruadh with it. We heard the crack of skinny ice breaking and, as we dived for defense, the muted cursing of the more youthful Macritchie. “Ya fucking bastard! ” the automobile flew previous, and its lighting fixtures receded towards the far away turnoff to Fivepenny and the Butt of Lewis. A dripping Murdo Ruadh, his face streaked with dust and God knew what else, staggered out of the trench, spluttering within the chilly and nonetheless cursing. in fact, the remainder of us have been in stitches, until eventually Murdo strode angrily around the metalled highway and smacked me at the facet of the pinnacle, making my ears ring. He’d by no means beloved me a lot, Murdo Ruadh. “Think that’s fucking humorous, ya wee shite? ” He glared round the different faces, their vendors making an attempt desperately to maintain them directly. “Anyone else imagine it’s humorous? ” nobody else was once keen to confess that they did. “Let’s get on with it,” Donald Murray acknowledged. It took us a whole 5 mins to get the tyre out of the trench and upright back, my face stinging the entire whereas. i used to be going to have a huge bruise on my cheek the next day to come, I knew. We took up our positions back and commenced slowly and thoroughly rolling the tyre down the hill towards the Crobost street finish. in the beginning it appeared more uncomplicated than it had pushing it up the slope. Then, progressively, because the perspective of descent elevated, the tyre started to get heavier and achieve a momentum of its personal. “For Christ’s sake,” Donald hissed, “slow it down! ” “What d’you imagine we’re fucking attempting to do? ” you'll pay attention the beginnings of panic in Angel’s voice. The tyre received heavier and speedier, our palms burning at the rubber as we attempted to carry it, trotting now along it because it accrued velocity forever. The Macritchie gang couldn’t carry it again to any extent further. pimples Boy fell, and the tyre bumped over his leg. Calum tripped over zits Boy and went sprawling within the highway. “We can’t carry it! We can’t carry it! ” Murdo Ruadh was once virtually shouting. “For Christ’s sake maintain the quantity down,” Donald hissed.