...covering up the usual clutter of wires, batteries, gas lines, and other whatnottery.

Fischer sees it and gets red in the face, then hawks up a snotball and spits at my cleat. It hits dead on, and I shove him on the bench. He shoves me back, and I stand up.

bone:

[H]alf of them […] look'd upward, and side-ways, or foreright, and backward, which variety I have not found in any other small Fly.