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Tom
shivered
all
over
.
«
Yes
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
He
put
the
car
in
reverse
,
backed
around
and
turned
.
He
headed
back
the
way
he
had
come
.
Ma
released
his
arm
and
patted
him
softly
.
And
Tom
tried
to
restrain
his
hard
smothered
sobbing
.
«
Don
’
you
mind
.
»
Ma
said
.
«
Don
’
you
mind
.
»
Tom
blew
his
nose
out
the
window
and
wiped
his
eyes
on
his
sleeve
.
«
The
sons
-
of
-
bitches
—
"
«
You
done
good
,
"
Ma
said
tenderly
.
«
You
done
jus
’
good
.
»
Tom
swerved
into
a
side
dirt
road
,
ran
a
hundred
yards
,
and
turned
off
his
lights
and
motor
.
He
got
out
of
the
car
,
carrying
the
jack
handle
.
«
Where
you
goin
’
?
»
Ma
demanded
.
«
Jus
’
gonna
look
.
We
ain
’
t
goin
’
north
.
»
The
red
lanterns
moved
up
the
highway
.
Tom
watched
them
cross
the
entrance
of
the
dirt
road
and
continue
on
.
In
a
few
moments
there
came
the
sounds
of
shouts
and
screams
,
and
then
a
flaring
light
arose
from
the
direction
of
the
Hooverville
.
The
light
grew
and
spread
,
and
from
the
distance
came
a
crackling
sound
.
Tom
got
in
the
truck
again
.
He
turned
around
and
ran
up
the
dirt
road
without
lights
.
At
the
highway
he
turned
south
again
,
and
he
turned
on
his
lights
.
Ma
asked
timidly
,
«
Where
we
goin
’
,
Tom
?
»
«
Goin
’
south
,
"
he
said
.
«
We
couldn
’
let
them
bastards
push
us
aroun
’
.
We
couldn
’
.
Try
to
get
aroun
’
the
town
’
thout
goin
’
through
it
.
»
