"Come on, you fool!"
"You better hurry. I'm about finished."
"Sim! Sim, damn you!"
"Crawl out through that hole, runt, and pull that stringbean with you!
I'm a man-sized man, and I got to stay." Then, furiously, "Hurry up or
they'll drag you back before you're through."
He was right. Harker knew he was right. He went to work pushing and
jamming McLaren through the narrow opening. McLaren was groggy and not
much help, but he was thin and small-boned, and he made it. He rolled
out on a slope covered with green grass, the first Harker had seen
since he was a child. He began to struggle after McLaren. He did not
look back at Sim.
The black man was singing, about the glory of the coming of the Lord.