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"
Well
,
do
you
want
some
guards
for
the
trucks
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
Anderson
said
uneasily
.
"
I
guess
we
better
put
guards
on
the
trucks
,
"
said
Mac
,
"
just
in
case
anybody
tried
to
dump
your
crop
.
We
’
ll
get
going
now
.
Good
night
,
Mr
.
Anderson
.
’
Night
,
Al
.
In
one
way
I
’
m
glad
it
happened
.
"
Al
smiled
.
"
’
Night
,
you
guys
.
Don
’
t
forget
that
card
,
Mac
.
"
"
I
won
’
t
.
Better
pull
your
curtains
down
,
Mr
.
Anderson
.
I
don
’
t
think
they
’
ll
shoot
through
your
windows
,
but
they
might
;
they
’
ve
done
it
before
,
other
places
.
"
The
door
closed
instantly
behind
them
.
The
lighted
spot
on
the
ground
,
from
the
window
,
shrank
to
darkness
as
the
curtain
was
pulled
down
.
Mac
felt
his
way
to
the
gate
,
and
when
they
were
out
,
shut
it
after
them
.
"
Wait
here
a
minute
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
look
at
those
guards
again
.
"
He
stepped
away
into
the
darkness
.
Jim
stood
beside
the
doctor
.
"
Better
take
good
care
of
that
shoulder
,
"
Burton
advised
.
"
It
might
cause
you
some
trouble
later
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
about
it
,
Doc
.
It
seems
good
to
have
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
thought
it
might
be
like
that
.
"
"
Like
what
?
"
