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«
You
said
about
cops
—
"
«
Central
Committee
keeps
order
an
’
makes
rules
.
Then
there
’
s
the
ladies
.
They
’
ll
call
on
your
ma
.
They
keep
care
of
kids
an
’
look
after
the
sanitary
units
.
If
your
ma
isn
’
t
working
,
she
’
ll
look
after
kids
for
the
ones
that
is
working
,
an
’
when
she
gets
a
job
—
why
,
there
’
ll
be
others
.
They
sew
,
and
a
nurse
comes
out
an
’
teaches
’
em
.
All
kinds
of
things
like
that
.
»
«
You
mean
to
say
they
ain
’
t
no
cops
?
»
«
No
,
sir
.
No
cop
can
come
in
here
without
a
warrant
.
»
«
Well
,
s
’
pose
a
fella
is
jus
’
mean
,
or
drunk
an
’
quarrelsome
.
What
then
?
»
The
watchman
stabbed
the
blotter
with
a
pencil
.
«
Well
,
the
first
time
the
Central
Committee
warns
him
.
And
the
second
time
they
really
warn
him
.
The
third
time
they
kick
him
out
of
the
camp
.
»
«
God
Almighty
,
I
can
’
t
hardly
believe
it
!
Tonight
the
deputies
an
’
them
fellas
with
the
little
caps
,
they
burned
the
camp
out
by
the
river
.
»
«
They
don
’
t
get
in
here
,
"
the
watchman
said
.
«
Some
nights
the
boys
patrol
the
fences
,
’
specially
dance
nights
.
»
«
Dance
nights
?
Jesus
Christ
!
»
