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A
shot
sounded
in
the
distance
.
The
men
looked
quickly
at
the
old
man
.
Every
head
turned
toward
him
.
For
a
moment
he
continued
to
stare
at
the
ceiling
.
Then
he
rolled
slowly
over
and
faced
the
wall
and
lay
silent
.
George
shuffled
the
cards
noisily
and
dealt
them
.
Whit
drew
a
scoring
board
to
him
and
set
the
pegs
to
start
.
Whit
said
,
«
I
guess
you
guys
really
come
here
to
work
.
»
«
How
do
ya
mean
?
»
George
asked
.
Whit
laughed
.
«
Well
,
ya
come
on
a
Friday
.
You
got
two
days
to
work
till
Sunday
.
»
«
I
don
’
t
see
how
you
figure
,
"
said
George
.
Whit
laughed
again
.
«
You
do
if
you
been
around
these
big
ranches
much
.
Guy
that
wants
to
look
over
a
ranch
comes
in
Sat
’
day
afternoon
.
He
gets
Sat
’
day
night
supper
an
’
three
meals
on
Sunday
,
and
he
can
quit
Monday
mornin
’
after
breakfast
without
turning
his
hand
.
But
you
come
to
work
Friday
noon
.
You
got
to
put
in
a
day
an
’
a
half
no
matter
how
you
figure
.
»
George
looked
at
him
levelly
.
«
We
’
re
gonna
stick
aroun
’
a
while
,
"
he
said
.
«
Me
an
’
Lennie
’
s
gonna
roll
up
a
stake
.
»
The
door
opened
quietly
and
the
stable
buck
put
in
his
head
;
a
lean
negro
head
,
lined
with
pain
,
the
eyes
patient
.
«
Mr
.
Slim
.
»
Slim
took
his
eyes
from
old
Candy
.
«
Huh
?
Oh
!
Hello
,
Crooks
.
What
’
s
’
a
matter
?
»
