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"
That
’
s
the
stuff
.
How
do
we
get
there
?
"
Al
pointed
a
thick
finger
.
"
You
take
that
cross
street
and
stay
on
it
till
you
get
to
the
edge
of
town
,
and
there
’
s
the
river
and
the
bridge
.
Then
you
’
ll
find
a
path
through
the
willows
,
off
to
the
left
.
Follow
that
about
a
quarter
mile
,
and
there
you
are
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
many
guys
is
there
.
"
Mac
stood
up
and
put
on
his
hat
.
"
You
’
re
a
good
guy
,
Al
.
We
’
ll
get
along
now
.
Thanks
for
the
feed
.
"
Al
said
,
"
My
old
man
’
s
got
a
shed
with
a
cot
in
it
,
if
you
’
d
like
to
stay
out
there
.
"
"
Can
’
t
do
it
,
Al
.
If
we
’
re
going
to
work
,
we
got
to
get
out
among
them
.
"
"
Well
,
if
you
want
a
bite
now
and
then
,
come
on
in
,
"
said
Al
.
"
Only
pick
it
like
tonight
when
there
’
s
nobody
here
,
won
’
t
you
?
"
"
Sure
,
Al
.
We
get
you
.
Thanks
again
.
"
Mac
let
Jim
precede
him
through
the
door
and
then
slid
it
closed
behind
him
.
They
walked
down
the
steps
and
took
the
street
Al
had
pointed
out
.
At
the
corner
the
policeman
stepped
out
of
a
doorway
.
"
What
’
s
on
your
mind
?
"
he
asked
harshly
.
Jim
jumped
back
at
the
sudden
appearance
,
but
Mac
stood
quietly
.
"
Couple
of
workin
’
stiffs
,
mister
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
figure
to
pick
a
few
apples
.
"
"
What
you
doing
on
the
street
this
time
of
night
?
"
