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"
I
’
ll
go
for
you
an
’
your
deputy
with
my
mitts
—
here
now
,
or
jump
Jesus
.
But
there
ain
’
t
no
good
in
it
.
"
The
men
stirred
,
changed
positions
,
and
their
glittering
eyes
moved
slowly
upward
to
the
mouth
of
the
proprietor
,
and
their
eyes
watched
for
his
lips
to
move
.
He
was
reassured
.
He
felt
that
he
had
won
,
but
not
decisively
enough
to
charge
in
.
"
Ain
’
t
you
got
half
a
buck
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Yeah
,
I
got
it
.
But
I
’
m
gonna
need
it
.
I
can
’
t
set
it
out
jus
’
for
sleepin
’
.
"
"
Well
,
we
all
got
to
make
a
livin
’
.
"
"
Yeah
,
"
Tom
said
.
"
On
’
y
I
wisht
they
was
some
way
to
make
her
’
thout
takin
’
her
away
from
somebody
else
.
"
The
men
shifted
again
.
And
Pa
said
,
"
We
’
ll
get
movin
’
smart
early
.
Look
,
mister
.
We
paid
.
This
here
fella
is
part
a
our
folks
.
Can
’
t
he
stay
?
We
paid
.
"
"
Half
a
dollar
a
car
,
"
said
the
proprietor
.
"
Well
,
he
ain
’
t
got
no
car
.
Car
’
s
out
in
the
road
.
"
"
He
came
in
a
car
,
"
said
the
proprietor
.
"
Ever
’
body
’
d
leave
their
car
out
there
an
’
come
in
an
’
use
my
place
for
nothin
’
.
"
Tom
said
,
"
We
’
ll
drive
along
the
road
.
Meet
ya
in
the
morning
.
We
’
ll
watch
for
ya
.
Al
can
stay
an
’
Uncle
John
can
come
with
us
—
"
He
looked
at
the
proprietor
.
"
That
awright
with
you
?
"
