rafters to look at and the sloping planks of the roof and even two little windows in the ï¬oor of the fort that you could look through to see what was happening down below.
âThis isnât much of a fort,â Eleanor said. âI donât know what youâre so excited about.â
Owen tried to help Sadie up. She had a hard time gripping the cable with her hands and couldnât seem to make her feet clutch. Owen stood below her with his feet on the iron bucket and pushed, and when that didnât work, he climbed up halfway, then reached back down to try to pull her up.
He was in the middle of doing that when the cable started to pull him up all by itself. It felt magical for a moment, and then it felt like the most horrible thing heâd ever known in his life.
There were screams then, not from Owen but from Andy and Leonard and Eleanor, who used to be up top in the fort but now were sprawled on the dirt ï¬oor. The garage door which never closed ï¬nally had closed for some reason that might have been science or something more mysterious. But no one cared right at that moment, because Owen was dangling near the roof with his ï¬nger caught between the rusty cable and the round pulley.
Andy climbed up ï¬rst to have a look, and when he saw the ï¬nger really was caught he called down to Leonard to run to the house to get their mother.
It took forever for Margaret to get to the garage.
âWhatâs going on?â she called. Then she opened the door to see for herself, and Owen came down with the cable.
âDid you cut yourself?â Margaret said in the voice that she used when things werenât very serious and kids should stop crying about them.
âI think so,â Owen said and held up his ï¬nger.
Then Margaret turned and ran back to the house, and all the other kids ran with her.
Owen was left alone. The severed tip of his ï¬nger hung down by a strip of skin. There was blood on his hand and the bone showed whiter than the whitest snow.
All at once he felt the pain, and he stood screaming and looking, screaming and looking.
He never knew what took his mother so long in the house. It seemed like she was gone for hours, though really she must have only been looking for her purse. Maybe she really wasnât that long ï¬nding her purse, and perhaps a sweater. Maybe it only felt like an eternity to Owen because he was all alone with disaster.
When Margaret ï¬nally returned, she put the tip of his ï¬nger back in the right place and had Owen hold it on with tissue paper. He stopped crying then. There was something powerful about tissue paper. Everything seemed better because of it. Owen sat in the front seat of the car holding the tip of his ï¬nger on, and all the other kids sat in the back. Andy and Eleanor were crying. Owen knew they thought the accident was their fault. Leonard and Sadie were quiet and pale.
Margaret started the car. It was an old one that Horace had just bought that week for only ï¬fty dollars. He was going to ï¬x it up and sell it for seventy-ï¬ve, but he hadnât got around to the ï¬xing-up part yet. Still, it was the only car on hand and Margaret started it expertly, then backed out onto the main road and shifted it into gear.
The car stalled. Margaret slammed the steering wheel and started it again. But as soon as she tried to shift it to go forward, the engine quit.
Margaret tried and tried to get the car going. Owen sat still and silent and closed his eyes. His ï¬nger really didnât hurt as much as he thought it should, with the tip broken off like that. He held the tissue paper tight to keep everything on and to stop the bleeding. Now all the other kids were crying, and his mother was using evil language.
But Owen knew it was going to be all right. He thought of that day when he was in the middle of the burning ditch, and how heâd had the courage to face the Bog Man when he
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