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«
We
can
while
we
work
,
"
Wilkie
said
.
«
It
’
s
when
we
don
’
t
git
work
.
»
Thomas
looked
at
his
watch
.
«
Well
,
let
’
s
go
out
and
dig
some
ditch
.
By
God
,
"
he
said
,
«
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
tell
you
.
You
fellas
live
in
that
government
camp
,
don
’
t
you
?
»
Timothy
stiffened
.
«
Yes
,
sir
.
»
«
And
you
have
dances
every
Saturday
night
?
»
Wilkie
smiled
.
«
We
sure
do
.
»
«
Well
,
look
out
next
Saturday
night
.
»
Suddenly
Timothy
straightened
.
He
stepped
close
.
«
What
you
mean
?
I
belong
to
the
Central
Committee
.
I
got
to
know
.
»
Thomas
looked
apprehensive
.
«
Don
’
t
you
ever
tell
I
told
.
»
«
What
is
it
?
»
Timothy
demanded
.
«
Well
,
the
Association
don
’
t
like
the
government
camps
.
Can
’
t
get
a
deputy
in
there
.
The
people
make
their
own
laws
,
I
hear
,
and
you
can
’
t
arrest
a
man
without
a
warrant
.
Now
if
there
was
a
big
fight
and
maybe
shooting
—
a
bunch
of
deputies
could
go
in
and
clean
out
the
camp
.
»
