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eleven o 'clock the worst happened - a tyre blow It was a front tyre and I

fought the wheel as we felted to a stop. Let's make this past I said and grabbed the

wheel brace .

If we had to have a puncture it wasn’t a bad place to have it. The footing was

level enough to take the jack without slipping and there was no mud at that point, I

jacked up the front of the Land Rover and got busy on the wheel with the brace. I

took the wheel of rolled it away and replaced it with a spare, The whole operation

took a little under ten minutes time we couldn’t afford not there and then.

Once we were farther south we could lose ourselves on a more-or-less

complex road network but these wilderness tracks were too restricted for my liking.

I tightened the last wheel nut and then looked to see what had caused a

blowout and to put the wheel back into its rack, What I saw made my blood run cold. I

fingered the jagged hole in the thick dis tyre and looked up at the high ridge which

dominated the track.

There was only one thing that could make a hole like that- a bullet, And

somewhere up on the ridge, hidden in some crevice was a super, - and even then I

was probably in his sights.

How did kennikin get ahead of me? That was my first bitter thought. But idle

thoughts were to use and action was necessary.

I heaved up the wheel with its ruined tyre on to the bonnet and screwed it

down securely. While I rotated the wheel brace I glanced covertly at the ridge, She

was a lot of open ground before the ridge heowed itself into the air at least two

hundred yards and the closest a sniper could have been was possibly your hundred

yards and probably more..

Any man who could put a bullet into a tyre at over your hundred yards - was

surely a good shot. So good that he could put a bullet into me any time he liked - so

why hadn't he? I was in plain view a perfect target, and yet no bullets had come my

way. I tightened dow the last nut and turned my back to the ridge and felt a prickling

peeling between my Shoulder blades that was where the bullet would hit me if it

came.

I jumped to the ground and put away the brace and jack, concentrating on

doing the natural thing. The palms of my hands were slippery with sweat. I want to

the back of the Land Rover and climbed in and Sat down sitting in that confined

space gave a comforting illusion of protection, but that all it was an illusion.

questions and answer
1. Why was the writer glad the puncture had happened where it did?
2.what frightened the writer ?
3.why did the writer climb into his care?
4.[hint: related to sniper ]

(c) Summarise in not more than 100 words, the thoughts that arose in the

writer's mind when and after he saw the damaged tyre​

Answer 1

Answer:

a little more time nahi hai na few minutes ago