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"
I
was
just
too
tired
to
build
a
fire
.
I
’
m
getting
on
.
I
didn
’
t
want
to
get
up
this
morning
.
It
was
cold
.
"
"
You
should
try
one
of
the
charity
rackets
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
All
the
men
is
talkin
’
strike
,
and
there
’
s
goin
’
t
’
be
trouble
.
I
’
m
tired
.
I
don
’
t
want
no
trouble
to
come
now
.
What
’
ll
I
do
if
the
men
strike
?
"
"
Why
strike
with
them
.
Lead
them
.
"
Jim
tried
to
spur
him
through
pride
.
"
The
men
would
respect
an
old
worker
like
you
.
You
could
lead
the
pickets
.
"
"
I
s
’
pose
I
could
,
"
said
Dan
.
He
wiped
his
nose
with
a
big
hand
and
flicked
his
fingers
.
"
I
just
don
’
t
want
to
.
It
’
s
goin
’
to
get
cold
early
this
afternoon
.
I
’
d
like
a
little
hot
soup
for
supper
—
hot
as
hell
,
with
little
bits
of
meat
in
it
,
and
some
hot
toast
to
soak
in
it
.
I
love
poached
eggs
.
When
I
used
to
come
to
town
out
of
the
woods
,
with
money
,
sometimes
I
’
d
get
me
half
a
dozen
eggs
poached
in
milk
,
and
let
’
em
soak
into
toast
.
And
then
I
’
d
mash
the
eggs
up
into
the
toast
,
and
I
’
d
eat
’
em
.
Sometimes
eight
eggs
.
I
made
good
pay
in
the
woods
.
I
could
just
as
easy
of
got
two
dozen
poached
eggs
.
I
wish
I
had
.
Lots
of
butter
,
an
’
all
sprinkled
with
pepper
.
"
"
Not
so
hard
-
boiled
as
you
were
yesterday
,
huh
,
Pop
?
Yesterday
you
could
out
-
work
anybody
on
the
lot
.
"
The
light
of
reminiscence
went
out
of
old
Dan
’
s
eyes
.
His
scraggly
chin
thrust
forward
.
"
I
still
can
out
-
work
a
bunch
of
lousy
punks
that
spends
their
time
talkin
’
.
"
He
reached
indignantly
for
the
apples
,
fumbling
over
his
head
.
One
big
,
bony
hand
clung
to
a
branch
.
Jim
watched
him
with
amusement
.
"
You
’
re
just
showing
off
,
Pop
.
"
"
Think
I
am
?
Well
,
try
an
’
keep
up
with
me
,
then
.
"
"
What
’
s
the
use
of
you
an
’
me
racing
,
and
then
the
orchard
owner
’
s
the
only
one
that
makes
anything
?
"
