He got to his Honda , leaned the pick and shovel against the side , and fumbled for his keys . They were n't there , not in either pocket . Fresh sweat began to break on his face . His heart began to run again , and his teeth were clenched together against the panic that wanted to leap free .
Он добрался до своей «хонды», прислонил кирку и лопату к борту и нащупал ключи. Их не было ни в одном кармане. Свежий пот выступил на его лице. Его сердце снова забилось, а зубы были стиснуты от паники, которая хотела вырваться наружу.
