She ran to the wrecked truck. She jerked a milk can upright. She unscrewed the cap and emptied milk on the pavement.
With the tire iron she split the gas tank and caught as much of the sharp-smelling fluid as she could in the emptied can.
It sloshed loudly as she raced to her car with it. She fumbled the gas tank cap off. She was trembling so badly that she spilled almost as much as she poured into the opening. When the gas was all gone, she threw the milk can from her.
"I'll back up!" she cried to the farmer. "You'll have to help me get him into the back seat."
He's got to live, Julia thought. If the doctors can just bring him to consciousness, he can heal himself. When he realizes I've saved his life, maybe he'll listen to me. He's got to listen. I'll convince him, I'll reason with him. He'll be able to prove to everybody that there will be an invasion. When they see all the things he can do, they'll have to believe him....
They put Walt in the car. They handled him as gently as they could.
"He's almost gone," the farmer said.
"Get in front with me. You need a hospital, too."
The farmer slipped in beside her.
Julia spun the car around and plunged down the road toward the super-highway.