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Tom
paused
as
he
passed
the
guard
.
«
Got
a
place
where
a
fella
can
get
a
bath
,
mister
?
»
The
guard
studied
him
in
the
half
-
light
.
At
last
he
said
,
«
See
that
water
tank
?
»
«
Yeah
.
«
Well
,
there
’
s
a
hose
over
there
.
»
«
Any
warm
water
?
»
«
Say
,
who
in
hell
you
think
you
are
,
J
.
P
.
Morgan
?
»
«
No
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
No
,
I
sure
don
’
t
.
Good
night
,
mister
.
»
The
guard
grunted
contemptuously
.
«
Hot
water
,
for
Christ
’
s
sake
.
Be
wantin
’
tubs
next
.
»
He
stared
glumly
after
the
four
Joads
.
A
second
guard
came
around
the
end
house
.
«
’
S
’
matter
,
Mack
?
»
«
Why
,
them
goddamn
Okies
.
’
Is
they
warm
water
?
’
he
says
.
»
The
second
guard
rested
his
gun
butt
on
the
ground
.
«
It
’
s
them
gov
’
ment
camps
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
bet
that
fella
been
in
a
gov
’
ment
camp
.
We
ain
’
t
gonna
have
no
peace
till
we
wipe
them
camps
out
.
They
’
ll
be
wantin
’
clean
sheets
,
first
thing
we
know
.
»
