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«
I
’
ll
take
a
run
down
there
.
We
can
use
quite
a
few
.
Remember
now
,
turn
east
at
Pixley
and
keep
straight
east
to
the
Hooper
ranch
.
»
«
Sure
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
An
’
we
thank
ya
,
mister
.
We
need
work
awful
bad
.
»
«
All
right
.
Get
along
as
soon
as
you
can
.
»
He
walked
back
across
the
road
,
climbed
into
his
open
roadster
,
and
drove
away
south
.
Tom
threw
his
weight
on
the
pump
.
«
Twenty
apiece
,
"
he
called
.
«
One
—
two
—
three
—
four
—
"
At
twenty
Al
took
the
pump
,
and
then
Pa
and
then
Uncle
John
.
The
tire
filled
out
and
grew
plump
and
smooth
.
Three
times
around
,
the
pump
went
.
«
Let
’
er
down
an
’
le
’
s
see
,
"
said
Tom
.
Al
released
the
jack
and
lowered
the
car
.
«
Got
plenty
,
"
he
said
.
«
Maybe
a
little
too
much
.
»
They
threw
the
tools
into
the
car
.
«
Come
on
,
le
’
s
go
,
"
Tom
called
.
«
We
’
re
gonna
get
some
work
at
last
.
»
Ma
got
in
the
middle
again
.
Al
drove
this
time
.
«
Now
take
her
easy
.
Don
’
t
burn
her
up
,
Al
.
»
They
drove
on
through
the
sunny
morning
fields
.
The
mist
lifted
from
the
hilltops
and
they
were
clear
and
brown
,
with
black
-
purple
creases
.
The
wild
doves
flew
up
from
the
fences
as
the
truck
passed
.
Al
unconsciously
increased
his
speed
.
