`[TIME REMAINING: 0:21:40]`
"Jack under the axle," Halden said. "Not the frame, the *axle*, outside the spring mount — there, where the wood's thickest. Turn it slow and keep your fingers out of the thread."
Ronan got the front corner up on his back while Finn worked the jack in under it, and then let it down onto the iron by degrees, and the whole wagon groaned above them in a long series of separate complaints as the weight went over.
Cillian got the wrench onto the retaining nut of the destroyed wheel.
It did not move.
"It's seized."
"It's not seized, it's *tight*—"
"It's seized, Halden."
"Then hit it and turn it at the same time," said Halden, "and mind your knuckles on the hub."
The dead wheel came off in pieces, most of it already off, the last quarter of the rim dropping into the dirt as the hub came free.
