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A
crowd
had
collected
around
the
woman
with
the
broken
hand
,
and
her
hysteria
increased
,
a
screaming
quality
came
into
her
laughter
.
Casy
moved
close
to
Tom
.
«
You
got
to
git
out
,
"
he
said
.
«
You
go
down
in
the
willas
an
’
wait
.
He
didn
’
see
me
kick
’
im
,
but
he
seen
you
stick
out
your
foot
.
»
«
I
don
’
want
ta
go
,
"
Tom
said
.
Casy
put
his
head
close
.
He
whispered
,
«
They
’
ll
fingerprint
you
.
You
broke
parole
.
They
’
ll
send
you
back
.
»
Tom
drew
in
his
breath
quietly
.
«
Jesus
!
I
forgot
.
»
«
Go
quick
,
"
Casy
said
.
«
’
Fore
he
comes
to
.
»
«
Like
to
have
his
gun
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
No
.
Leave
it
.
If
it
’
s
awright
to
come
back
,
I
’
ll
give
ya
four
high
whistles
.
»
Tom
strolled
away
casually
,
but
as
soon
as
he
was
away
from
the
group
he
hurried
his
steps
,
and
he
disappeared
among
the
willows
that
lined
the
river
.
Al
stepped
over
to
the
fallen
deputy
.
«
Jesus
,
"
he
said
admiringly
,
«
you
sure
flagged
’
im
down
!
»
The
crowd
of
men
had
continued
to
stare
at
the
unconscious
man
.
And
now
in
the
great
distance
a
siren
screamed
up
the
scale
and
dropped
,
and
it
screamed
again
,
nearer
this
time
.
Instantly
the
men
were
nervous
.
They
shifted
their
feet
for
a
moment
and
then
they
moved
away
,
each
one
to
his
own
tent
.
Only
Al
and
the
preacher
remained
.
