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«
I
’
ll
tell
’
em
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
I
don
’
know
how
.
Never
seen
so
many
guys
with
guns
.
Don
’
know
if
they
’
ll
even
let
a
fella
talk
.
An
’
folks
don
’
pass
no
time
of
day
.
They
jus
’
hang
down
their
heads
an
’
won
’
t
even
give
a
fella
a
howdy
.
»
«
Try
an
’
tell
’
em
,
Tom
.
They
’
ll
get
two
an
’
a
half
,
jus
’
the
minute
we
’
re
gone
.
You
know
what
two
an
’
a
half
is
—
that
’
s
one
ton
of
peaches
picked
an
’
carried
for
a
dollar
.
»
He
dropped
his
head
.
«
Noyou
can
’
t
do
it
.
You
can
’
t
get
your
food
for
that
.
Can
’
t
eat
for
that
.
»
«
I
’
ll
try
to
get
to
tell
the
folks
.
»
«
How
’
s
your
ma
?
»
«
Purty
good
.
She
liked
that
gov
’
ment
camp
.
Baths
an
’
hot
water
.
»
«
Yeah
—
I
heard
.
»
«
It
was
pretty
nice
there
.
Couldn
’
find
no
work
,
though
.
Had
a
leave
.
»
«
I
’
d
like
to
go
to
one
,
"
said
Casy
.
«
Like
to
see
it
.
Fella
says
they
ain
’
t
no
cops
.
»
«
Folks
is
their
own
cops
.
»
Casy
looked
up
excitedly
.
«
An
’
was
they
any
trouble
?
Fightin
’
,
stealin
’
,
drinkin
’
?
»
