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"
I
know
.
I
’
ll
get
to
her
in
the
morning
.
"
Tom
had
watched
his
young
brother
carefully
.
"
I
was
thinkin
’
somepin
like
that
myself
,
"
he
said
.
Noah
asked
,
"
What
you
two
fellas
talkin
’
about
?
"
Tom
and
Al
went
silent
,
each
waiting
for
the
other
.
"
You
tell
’
em
,
"
Al
said
finally
.
"
Well
,
maybe
it
’
s
no
good
,
an
’
maybe
it
ain
’
t
the
same
thing
Al
’
s
thinking
.
Here
she
is
,
anyways
.
We
got
a
overload
,
but
Mr
.
and
Mis
’
Wilson
ain
’
t
.
If
some
of
us
folks
could
ride
with
them
an
’
take
some
a
their
light
stuff
in
the
truck
,
we
wouldn
’
t
break
no
springs
an
’
we
could
git
up
hills
.
An
’
me
an
’
Al
both
knows
about
a
car
,
so
we
could
keep
that
car
a
-
rollin
’
.
We
’
d
keep
together
on
the
road
an
’
it
’
d
be
good
for
ever
’
body
.
"
Wilson
jumped
up
.
"
Why
,
sure
.
Why
,
we
’
d
be
proud
.
We
certain
’
y
would
.
You
hear
that
,
Sairy
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
nice
thing
,
"
said
Sairy
.
"
Wouldn
’
be
a
burden
on
you
folks
?
"
"
No
,
by
God
,
"
said
Pa
.
"
Wouldn
’
t
be
no
burden
at
all
.
You
’
d
be
helpin
’
us
.
"
Wilson
settled
back
uneasily
.
"
Well
,
I
dunno
.
"
"
What
’
s
a
matter
,
don
’
you
wanta
?
"
