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«
Straight
ahead
.
»
Tom
pulled
across
into
the
opposite
road
.
A
few
hundred
yards
,
and
then
he
stopped
.
A
high
wire
fence
faced
the
road
,
and
a
wide
-
gated
driveway
turned
in
.
A
little
way
inside
the
gate
there
was
a
small
house
with
a
light
in
the
window
.
Tom
turned
in
.
The
whole
truck
leaped
into
the
air
and
crashed
down
again
.
«
Jesus
!
»
Tom
said
.
«
I
didn
’
even
see
that
hump
.
»
A
watchman
stood
up
from
the
porch
and
walked
to
the
car
.
He
leaned
on
the
side
.
«
You
hit
her
too
fast
,
"
he
said
.
«
Next
time
you
’
ll
take
it
easy
.
»
«
What
is
it
,
for
God
’
s
sake
?
»
The
watchman
laughed
.
«
Well
,
a
lot
of
kids
play
in
here
.
You
tell
folks
to
go
slow
and
they
’
re
liable
to
forget
.
But
let
’
em
hit
that
hump
once
and
they
don
’
t
forget
.
»
«
Oh
!
Yeah
.
Hope
I
didn
’
break
nothin
’
.
Say
—
you
got
any
room
here
for
us
?
»
«
Got
one
camp
.
How
many
of
you
?
»
Tom
counted
on
his
fingers
.
«
Me
an
’
Pa
an
’
Ma
,
Al
an
’
Rosasharn
an
’
Uncle
John
an
’
Ruthie
an
’
Winfiel
’
.
Them
last
is
kids
.
»
