JOE. Won't be a minute longer—soon as we stretch her a little and drop her over this bunch of bones—
SARBER. [Examining wheel.] Hello, Cal? [HELPER nods.] Fellers ain't hurt?
JOE. Nothin' ain't hurt. [Enter ESROM with water.] This wheel's got as purty a dish as I ever see.
SARBER. Don't know why the durned weld broke.
JOE. Them steel tires are hard to make fast sometimes—
ESROM. Right heah, Joe.
JOE. Let her go.
ESROM pours water into tub.
ESROM. [Coaxingly.] No coke dis mawnin'?
JOE. No. [ESROM exits. To SARBER, pointing to dog under bench.]
Ever see that chap before?