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"
’
Cause
we
’
re
gettin
’
screwed
,
that
’
s
why
.
The
bunk
houses
is
full
of
pants
rabbits
,
and
the
company
’
s
store
is
takin
’
five
per
cent
house
-
cut
,
and
they
drop
the
pay
after
we
get
here
,
that
’
s
why
!
And
if
we
let
’
em
get
by
with
it
,
we
’
ll
be
worse
in
the
cotton
.
We
’
ll
get
screwed
there
,
too
;
and
you
know
it
damn
well
.
"
"
Sounds
reasonable
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
Who
’
s
strikin
’
besides
you
?
"
The
boy
squinted
at
him
with
his
hot
eyes
.
"
Gettin
’
smart
,
ain
’
t
you
?
"
"
No
.
I
’
m
trying
to
find
out
something
,
and
you
aren
’
t
telling
me
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
tell
you
nothing
.
We
can
’
t
let
nothing
out
yet
.
You
’
ll
find
out
when
it
’
s
time
.
We
got
the
men
all
organized
.
We
got
ever
’
thing
about
ready
,
and
we
’
re
gonna
raise
hell
.
There
’
s
gonna
be
a
meetin
’
tonight
for
a
few
of
us
,
then
we
’
ll
let
the
rest
of
you
guys
in
on
it
.
"
"
Who
’
s
in
back
of
it
?
"
Jim
asked
.
"
I
ain
’
t
tellin
’
.
Might
spoil
ever
’
thing
if
I
was
to
tell
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
,
"
said
Jim
,
"
if
that
’
s
the
way
you
feel
about
it
.
"
"
I
’
d
tell
you
if
I
could
,
but
I
promised
not
to
.
You
’
ll
know
in
time
.
You
’
ll
go
out
with
us
,
won
’
t
you
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
I
won
’
t
if
I
don
’
t
know
any
more
about
it
than
I
do
now
.
"
"
Well
,
by
Christ
,
we
’
ll
kill
anybody
that
scabs
on
us
;
I
’
m
tellin
’
you
that
now
.
"
"
Well
,
I
don
’
t
ever
like
to
get
killed
.
"
Jim
hung
his
bucket
on
a
limb
and
slowly
set
about
filling
it
.
"
What
’
s
chances
of
goin
’
to
that
meeting
?
"
"
Not
a
chance
.
That
’
s
going
to
be
only
the
big
guys
.
"
"
You
a
big
guy
?
"
"
I
’
m
on
the
in
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
Well
,
who
are
these
big
guys
?
"
The
sullen
eyes
peered
suspiciously
at
Jim
.
"
You
ask
too
damn
many
questions
.
I
ain
’
t
tellin
’
you
nothin
’
.
You
act
to
me
like
a
pigeon
.
"
Jim
’
s
bucket
was
full
.
He
lifted
it
down
.
"
Are
the
guys
talking
it
up
in
the
trees
?
"
"
Are
they
?
Where
you
been
all
morning
?
"
"
Working
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
Making
my
daily
bread
.
It
’
s
a
nice
job
.
"
The
boy
blazed
at
him
.
"
Don
’
t
you
get
pushin
’
me
around
unless
you
’
d
like
to
step
down
on
the
ground
with
me
.
"
Jim
winked
at
him
the
way
he
’
d
seen
Mac
do
.
"
Turn
off
the
heat
,
kid
.
I
’
ll
be
along
when
the
stuff
starts
.
"
The
boy
grinned
foolishly
.
"
You
catch
a
guy
off
balance
,
"
he
said
.
Jim
carried
his
bucket
down
the
row
and
emptied
it
gently
into
a
box
.
"
Got
the
time
?
"
The
checker
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
Eleven
-
thirty
.
Find
out
anything
?
"
"
Hell
,
no
.
That
kid
’
s
just
shooting
off
his
face
.
He
thinks
he
’
s
a
newspaper
.
I
’
ll
mix
around
some
after
dinner
and
see
.
"
"
Well
,
get
the
dope
as
quick
as
you
can
.
Can
you
drive
a
truck
?
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
We
might
be
able
to
put
you
on
a
truck
.
"
"
That
’
d
be
swell
.
"
Jim
walked
away
,
down
the
row
.
The
men
in
the
trees
and
on
the
ladders
were
talking
.
He
went
up
a
heavy
-
laden
tree
where
two
men
were
.
"
Hello
,
kid
.
Come
on
up
and
join
the
party
.
"
