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59404	Ludwig, Edward W.	The Drivers			.txt	text/plain	4891	633	92	Tom Rogers moved down the aisle, eyes wide on the flashing, Tom thought, _Please, Harry Hayden, tell me I failed. "Haven't had much time to look over your file," mused Harry Hayden. "Yes, sir," said Tom Rogers. "Most kids are like that," said Tom. You got it, boy!" Harry Hayden paused, licking his lips. Tom's voice quavered, but he said, "I mean that's part of it. "And now," said Harry Hayden, "you'll want to see your Hornet." Tom scowled at the twelve jetmobiles shaped like flattened tear-drops. Tom's white-knuckled hands grasped a railing for support. Tom Rogers made it just in time.... "I passed," said Tom, forcing a smile. No, Dad, Tom thought. _Have fun doing it_, thought Tom. _Good God._ The Hornet lay beneath him like an open, waiting coffin. Like Harry Hayden said, the killers come out on Saturdays and Sundays. Tom closed his eyes, Tom thought: Tom Rogers shook his head.	./cache/59404.txt	./txt/59404.txt