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The
car
stopped
.
The
driver
said
,
«
We
covered
a
hell
of
a
lot
of
ground
.
They
ain
’
t
a
hand
’
s
work
in
this
here
country
.
We
gotta
move
.
»
«
Where
to
?
»
Al
called
.
«
God
knows
.
We
worked
this
here
place
over
.
»
He
let
in
his
clutch
and
moved
slowly
down
the
camp
.
Al
looked
after
them
.
«
Wouldn
’
it
be
better
if
one
fella
went
alone
?
Then
if
they
was
one
piece
of
work
,
a
fella
’
d
get
it
.
»
Floyd
put
down
the
chisel
and
smiled
sourly
.
«
You
ain
’
t
learned
,
"
he
said
.
«
Takes
gas
to
get
roun
’
the
country
.
Gas
costs
fifteen
cents
a
gallon
.
Them
four
fellas
can
’
t
take
four
cars
.
So
each
of
’
em
puts
in
a
dime
an
’
they
get
gas
.
You
got
to
learn
.
»
«
Al
!
»
Al
looked
down
at
Winfield
standing
importantly
beside
him
.
«
Al
,
Ma
’
s
dishin
’
up
stew
.
She
says
come
git
it
.
»
Al
wiped
his
hands
on
his
trousers
.
«
We
ain
’
t
et
today
,
"
he
said
to
Floyd
.
«
I
’
ll
come
give
you
a
han
’
when
I
eat
.
»
