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Pa
’
s
tone
was
dignified
.
"
We
gonna
take
what
they
got
.
They
got
lots
a
stuff
to
work
in
.
"
The
ragged
man
giggled
under
his
breath
.
Tom
turned
irritably
.
"
What
’
s
so
goddamn
funny
about
that
?
"
The
ragged
man
shut
his
mouth
and
looked
sullenly
at
the
porch
boards
.
"
You
folks
all
goin
’
to
California
,
I
bet
.
"
"
I
tol
’
you
that
,
"
said
Pa
.
"
You
didn
’
guess
nothin
’
.
"
The
ragged
man
said
slowly
,
"
Me
—
I
’
m
comin
’
back
.
I
been
there
.
"
The
faces
turned
quickly
toward
him
.
The
men
were
rigid
.
The
hiss
of
the
lantern
dropped
to
a
sigh
and
the
proprietor
lowered
the
front
chair
legs
to
the
porch
,
stood
up
,
and
pumped
the
lantern
until
the
hiss
was
sharp
and
high
again
.
He
went
back
to
his
chair
,
but
he
did
not
tilt
back
again
.
The
ragged
man
turned
toward
the
faces
.
"
I
’
m
goin
’
back
to
starve
.
I
ruther
starve
all
over
at
oncet
.
"
Pa
said
,
"
What
the
hell
you
talkin
’
about
?
I
got
a
han
’
bill
says
they
got
good
wages
,
an
’
little
while
ago
I
seen
a
thing
in
the
paper
says
they
need
folks
to
pick
fruit
.
"
The
ragged
man
turned
to
Pa
.
"
You
got
any
place
to
go
,
back
home
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Pa
.
"
We
’
re
out
.
They
put
a
tractor
past
the
house
.
"
"
You
wouldn
’
go
back
then
?
"
