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Casy
turned
to
Al
.
«
Get
out
,
"
he
said
.
«
Go
on
,
get
out
—
to
the
tent
.
You
don
’
t
know
nothin
’
.
»
«
Yeah
?
How
’
bout
you
?
»
Casy
grinned
at
him
.
«
Somebody
got
to
take
the
blame
.
I
got
no
kids
.
They
’
ll
jus
’
put
me
in
jail
,
an
’
I
ain
’
t
doin
’
nothin
’
but
set
aroun
’
.
»
Al
said
,
«
Ain
’
t
no
reason
for
—
"
«
Go
on
now
,
"
Casy
said
sharply
.
«
You
get
outta
this
.
»
Al
bristled
.
«
I
ain
’
t
takin
’
orders
.
»
Casy
said
softly
,
«
If
you
mess
in
this
your
whole
fambly
,
all
your
folks
,
gonna
get
in
trouble
.
I
don
’
care
about
you
.
But
your
ma
and
your
pa
,
they
’
ll
get
in
trouble
.
Maybe
they
’
ll
send
Tom
back
to
McAlester
.
»
Al
considered
it
for
a
moment
.
«
O
.
K
.
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
think
you
’
re
a
damn
fool
,
though
.
»
«
Sure
,
"
said
Casy
.
«
Why
not
?
»
The
siren
screamed
again
and
again
,
and
always
it
came
closer
.
Casy
knelt
beside
the
deputy
and
turned
him
over
.
The
man
groaned
and
fluttered
his
eyes
,
and
he
tried
to
see
.
Casy
wiped
the
dust
off
his
lips
.
