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Then time ran out completely—not a moment left to spare. Like a bullet from a rifle, Johnny shot right through the air. Then he headed for the rear-end of the car with chain and hook, where the cop was sweating madly and had quite a worried look. For the car was slipping more and more—it simply would not stop. “Whatever you’re going to do, please do it quickly,” said the c
