Prosaically, a bulldozer lowered its wide blade some fifty yards from the ship.
The bulldozer was teetering at the edge of the cliff as he saw it, right above him.
A bulldozer stood abandoned on it, brand-new and in perfect order, with the smell of gasoline and oil about it.
He reached the bulldozer and turned south, and at long last reached the highway.
Mijok saw; he changed ...