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«
I
don
’
know
.
I
jus
’
itch
all
over
.
Nervous
as
a
cat
.
»
«
Well
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
»
«
I
don
’
know
.
Seems
like
I
hear
somepin
,
an
’
then
I
listen
an
’
they
ain
’
t
nothin
’
to
hear
.
»
«
You
’
re
jus
’
jumpy
,
"
the
wizened
man
said
.
He
got
up
and
went
outside
.
And
in
a
second
he
looked
into
the
tent
.
«
They
’
s
a
great
big
ol
’
black
cloud
a
-
sailin
’
over
.
Bet
she
’
s
got
thunder
.
That
’
s
what
’
s
itchin
’
him
—
’
lectricity
.
»
He
ducked
out
again
.
The
other
two
men
stood
up
from
the
ground
and
went
outside
.
Casy
said
softly
,
«
All
of
’
em
’
s
itchy
.
Them
cops
been
sayin
’
how
they
’
re
gonna
beat
the
hell
outa
us
an
’
run
us
outa
the
county
.
They
figger
I
’
m
a
leader
’
cause
I
talk
so
much
.
»
The
wizened
face
looked
in
again
.
«
Casy
,
turn
out
that
lantern
an
’
come
outside
.
They
’
s
somepin
.
»
Casy
turned
the
screw
.
The
flame
drew
down
into
the
slots
and
popped
and
went
out
.
Casy
groped
outside
and
Tom
followed
him
.
«
What
is
it
?
»
Casy
asked
softly
.
«
I
dunno
.
Listen
!
»
There
was
a
wall
of
frog
sounds
that
merged
with
silence
.
A
high
,
shrill
whistle
of
crickets
.
But
through
this
background
came
other
sounds
—
faint
footsteps
from
the
road
,
a
crunch
of
clods
up
on
the
bank
,
a
little
swish
of
brush
down
the
stream
.
