He was so nervous; but of course they'd let him go. Why had they kept him hanging there for so long? He squirmed in the warm sunlight, hoping against hope that the weight scale was accurate; his body vibrated slightly with the motor's rhythm and his hooked, dry mouth felt on fire. A man's dark shadow cast over him and he felt a splash as the man spat a wad of tobacco juice right past his head into the water. The man leaned in closer with the pliers, muttering under his breath, "Okay lucky Mr. Bass—looks like you're off the hook this time."