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"
We
’
ll
go
now
,
"
Tom
said
.
"
Pull
off
the
road
a
little
piece
ahead
.
Watch
out
for
us
ef
we
don
’
t
see
you
.
Be
off
right
-
han
’
side
.
"
"
Al
’
s
stayin
’
?
"
"
Yeah
.
Leave
Uncle
John
come
with
us
.
’
Night
,
Ma
.
"
They
walked
away
through
the
sleeping
camp
.
In
front
of
one
tent
a
low
fitful
fire
burned
and
a
woman
watched
a
kettle
that
cooked
early
breakfast
.
The
smell
of
the
cooking
beans
was
strong
and
fine
.
"
Like
to
have
a
plate
a
them
,
"
Tom
said
politely
as
they
went
by
.
The
woman
smiled
.
"
They
ain
’
t
done
or
you
’
d
be
welcome
,
"
she
said
.
"
Come
aroun
’
in
the
daybreak
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
ma
’
am
,
"
Tom
said
.
He
and
Casy
and
Uncle
John
walked
by
the
porch
.
The
proprietor
still
sat
in
his
chair
,
and
the
lantern
hissed
and
flared
He
turned
his
head
as
the
three
went
by
.
"
Ya
runnin
’
outa
gas
,
"
Tom
said
.
"
Well
,
time
to
close
up
anyways
.
"
