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 *ient. After all, he had helped Deane out of a pretty awkward situation, even if he hadn't actually saved the chap's life, as the silly ass insisted he had, and it was only natural that Deane should have wanted to show some gratitude. And the beggar had kept pretty steady, too, with that car bearing down on him like a—a Jug—a Jug—"

"Say, Walt, what's that thing the Indian guys used to haul around so's folks could throw themselves under the wheels? You know; Jug o' nuts, or something."

"Juggernaut? That what you mean?"

"Yes, Juggernaut. I couldn't think of it. Throw me the football section, will you?"