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"
Keep
your
pants
on
,
"
said
Mac
.
They
rested
in
the
dirt
until
the
wheezy
whistle
blew
a
short
toot
for
one
o
’
clock
.
As
they
parted
,
Mac
said
,
"
Come
running
when
we
quit
.
We
’
ve
got
to
cover
some
ground
tonight
.
Maybe
Al
’
ll
give
us
a
hand
-
out
again
.
"
Jim
walked
back
to
the
checking
station
,
where
his
bucket
was
.
The
sorting
belts
began
rumbling
in
the
plant
.
Truck
motors
roared
as
they
were
started
.
Among
the
trees
the
pickers
were
sullenly
going
back
to
work
.
A
number
of
men
were
standing
around
the
checking
station
when
Jim
got
his
bucket
.
The
checker
did
not
speak
to
him
then
;
but
when
Jim
brought
in
his
first
full
bucket
,
the
question
came
.
"
Find
out
anything
,
Nolan
?
"
Jim
leaned
over
the
apple
box
and
put
his
apples
in
it
by
hand
.
"
I
think
it
’
s
all
going
to
blow
over
.
Most
of
the
guys
don
’
t
seem
very
mad
.
"
"
Well
,
what
makes
you
think
that
?
"
Jim
asked
,
"
Did
you
hear
what
made
’
em
mad
?
"
"
No
,
I
didn
’
t
.
I
thought
it
was
the
cut
.
"
"
Hell
,
no
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
A
guy
over
on
the
Hunter
place
got
a
can
of
fish
at
the
Hunter
store
that
was
bad
.
Made
him
sick
.
Well
,
you
know
how
working
stiffs
are
;
they
got
sore
,
then
the
feeling
spread
over
here
.
But
I
talked
to
some
of
the
guys
at
noon
.
They
’
re
getting
over
it
.
"
The
checker
asked
,
"
You
pretty
sure
that
’
s
all
it
is
?
"
"
Sure
.
How
about
my
five
bucks
?
"
