1：Don’t worry about the flat tire. No sweat! I have a car phone and a set of tools in back. Just let me get my jack and tire iron, and I’ll change the tire and have you back on the road in no time!

A flat blade of iron passed beneath it, and lifted it, and tossed it into a cart with other lumps of clay, and it was carried far away, as it seemed, over a rough and stony road.

There was a huge iron box on wheels about a half hour's walk up the steel road from the village.