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"
Don
’
t
bruise
those
apples
,
"
the
checker
said
.
"
Rot
sets
in
on
a
bruise
.
"
"
Oh
,
yeah
?
"
"
Yeah
,
that
’
s
what
I
said
.
"
The
checker
made
a
slashing
mark
with
his
pencil
.
"
That
bucket
’
s
out
.
Try
again
.
"
The
smouldering
eyes
regarded
him
with
hostility
.
"
You
sure
got
it
comin
’
.
An
’
you
’
re
goin
’
to
get
it
.
"
The
checker
reddened
with
anger
.
"
If
you
’
re
going
to
get
smart
,
you
’
d
better
pad
along
out
and
hit
the
road
.
"
The
boy
’
s
mouth
spat
venomously
.
"
We
’
ll
get
you
;
one
of
the
first
.
"
He
looked
knowingly
at
Jim
.
"
O
.
K
.
,
pal
?
"
"
You
’
d
better
get
on
to
work
,
"
Jim
said
quietly
.
"
We
can
’
t
make
wages
if
we
don
’
t
work
.
"
The
boy
pointed
down
the
row
.
"
I
’
m
in
that
fourth
tree
,
buddy
,
"
he
said
,
and
moved
away
.
"
What
’
s
the
gag
?
"
the
checker
asked
.
"
Everybody
’
s
touchy
this
morning
.
"
"
It
’
s
the
wind
,
maybe
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
I
guess
it
’
s
the
wind
.
Makes
people
nervous
when
the
wind
blows
.
"
