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Jim
said
,
"
Well
he
sure
looked
cool
enough
to
me
.
I
’
m
glad
I
didn
’
t
lay
a
finger
on
his
truck
.
"
Mac
heaped
a
little
pile
of
dirt
on
the
floor
with
his
hand
,
and
moulded
it
round
,
and
patted
a
little
flat
top
on
it
.
"
I
’
m
kind
of
worried
,
Jim
.
Dick
hasn
’
t
sent
any
food
today
.
We
haven
’
t
heard
anything
from
him
except
those
blankets
.
They
’
re
cooking
up
all
the
rest
of
the
beans
with
pork
bones
,
but
that
’
s
all
there
is
,
except
some
mush
.
That
’
s
all
there
is
for
tomorrow
.
"
"
Do
you
suppose
they
knocked
Dick
off
?
"
Mac
patted
his
mound
flatter
.
"
Dick
’
s
clever
as
a
weasel
.
I
don
’
t
think
they
could
catch
him
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
the
matter
.
We
’
ve
got
to
get
food
in
.
The
minute
the
guys
get
hungry
,
they
’
re
through
,
I
’
m
afraid
.
"
"
Maybe
he
didn
’
t
collect
anything
.
He
sent
that
pig
this
morning
.
"
"
Sure
,
and
the
pig
’
s
in
the
beans
now
.
Dick
knows
how
much
it
takes
to
feed
these
guys
.
Dick
must
have
organized
the
sympathizers
by
now
.
"
Jim
asked
,
"
How
do
the
guys
feel
now
?
"
"
Oh
,
they
’
re
better
.
They
got
a
shot
of
life
,
this
afternoon
.
I
know
it
’
s
quick
,
but
we
got
to
have
that
funeral
tomorrow
.
That
ought
to
steam
’
em
up
for
a
while
.
"
He
looked
out
the
tent
entrance
.
"
God
,
look
at
that
cloud
!
"
He
stepped
outside
and
looked
overhead
.
The
sky
was
nearly
dark
with
the
thick
black
cloud
.
A
skirmishing
wind
sprang
up
,
blowing
the
dust
along
,
blowing
the
smoke
from
the
fires
,
flapping
the
canvases
,
whisking
the
apple
trees
that
surrounded
the
camp
.
"
That
looks
like
a
rain
cloud
,
"
Mac
said
.
"
Lord
,
I
hope
it
doesn
’
t
rain
.
It
’
ll
drown
this
bunch
like
rats
.
"
Jim
said
,
"
You
worry
too
much
about
what
might
happen
,
Mac
.
All
the
time
you
’
re
worrying
.
These
guys
are
used
to
the
open
.
A
little
rain
won
’
t
hurt
’
em
.
You
fidget
all
the
time
.
"
