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London
said
,
"
I
don
’
t
think
there
’
s
nobody
to
bother
you
.
"
Mac
begged
,
"
Jim
,
I
wish
you
’
d
stay
.
S
’
pose
they
got
both
of
us
?
There
’
d
be
nobody
here
to
go
on
.
Stay
here
,
Jim
.
"
"
I
’
m
going
.
I
’
ve
sat
around
here
and
nursed
myself
long
enough
.
Why
don
’
t
you
stay
and
let
me
go
?
"
"
All
right
,
kid
,
"
Mac
said
resignedly
.
"
We
’
ll
just
be
careful
,
and
keep
our
eyes
open
.
Try
to
keep
the
guys
alive
till
we
get
back
,
London
.
Try
to
get
a
little
of
that
beef
and
beans
into
’
em
.
They
’
re
sick
of
it
,
but
it
’
s
food
.
We
ought
to
be
hearing
something
about
those
cars
pretty
soon
.
"
London
grunted
,
"
I
guess
I
’
ll
just
open
me
up
a
can
of
them
peaches
,
an
’
some
sardines
.
The
guys
said
I
had
a
flock
of
’
em
,
piled
right
up
to
the
roof
.
I
’
ll
have
some
ready
for
you
when
you
get
back
.
"
They
walked
out
into
the
clear
yellow
sunshine
.
The
camp
looked
bedraggled
and
grey
in
the
clean
light
.
A
litter
had
accumulated
since
Burton
was
gone
,
bits
of
paper
,
strings
,
overalls
hung
on
the
guy
-
ropes
of
the
tents
.
Mac
and
Jim
walked
out
of
the
camp
and
across
the
surrounding
field
,
to
the
edge
of
the
orchard
.
At
the
line
of
trees
Mac
stopped
.
His
eyes
moved
slowly
across
the
horizontal
fields
of
vision
.
"
Look
close
,
Jim
,
"
he
advised
.
"
It
’
s
probably
a
damn
fool
thing
to
go
over
alone
.
I
know
it
isn
’
t
good
sense
.
"
He
studied
the
orchard
.
The
long
,
sun
-
spotted
aisles
were
silent
.
There
was
no
movement
.
"
It
’
s
so
quiet
.
Makes
me
suspicious
.
It
’
s
too
quiet
.
"
He
reached
to
a
limb
and
took
down
a
small
,
misshapen
apple
the
pickers
had
left
.
"
God
,
that
tastes
good
.
I
’
d
forgot
about
apples
.
Always
forget
what
’
s
so
easy
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
see
anybody
moving
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
Not
a
soul
.
"
"
Well
look
,
we
’
ll
edge
down
in
line
with
the
trees
.
Anybody
looking
down
a
row
won
’
t
see
us
,
then
.
"
They
stepped
slowly
in
under
the
big
apple
trees
.
Their
eyes
moved
restlessly
about
.
They
walked
through
shadows
of
branches
and
leaves
,
and
the
sun
struck
them
with
soft
,
warm
blows
.
Jim
asked
,
"
Mac
,
do
you
s
’
pose
we
could
get
a
leave
of
absence
some
time
and
go
where
nobody
knows
us
,
and
just
sit
down
in
an
orchard
?
"
"
’
Bout
two
hours
of
it
,
and
you
’
d
be
raring
to
go
again
.
"
