He sprang upright on the Winnebago's old sofa in time to see the headlamps illuminate a reflective green sign that read DALLAS 110. Then the sign disappeared as twin geysers of vapor and green fluid spewed up from under the hood and coated the windshield. Stacy, who had been curled in the front passenger seat, woke up, startled. "What was that?" Favreau, who had been asleep in a chair, was instantly alert and had a pistol in his hand. "Is anybody hurt?" Jake said. "I'm not hurt," Gordon said in an anxious voice as the motorhome started seesawing back and forth across the highway. "But I can't see." "It's the radiator," Jake said. "Ease on the breaks and pull to the shoulder." "I can't see the shoulder!" Jake shuffled forward, bracing himself in the swaying cabin with anything he could grab hold of. "Keep straight, apply the brakes slowly, and turn on the windshield wipers." Gordon did as Jake said and within a few seconds he had the motorhome back under control and was catching enough glimpses through the streaks of green goo between whacks of the windshield wipers to angle toward the shoulder.
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