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Tom
stepped
into
the
water
and
felt
the
bottom
drop
from
under
his
feet
.
He
threshed
the
two
strokes
across
the
ditch
and
pulled
himself
heavily
up
the
other
bank
.
His
clothes
clung
to
him
.
He
moved
and
made
a
slopping
noise
;
his
shoes
squished
.
Then
he
sat
down
,
took
off
his
shoes
and
emptied
them
.
He
wrung
the
bottoms
of
his
trousers
,
took
off
his
coat
and
squeezed
the
water
from
it
.
Along
the
highway
he
saw
the
dancing
beams
of
the
flashlights
,
searching
the
ditches
.
Tom
put
on
his
shoes
and
moved
cautiously
across
the
stubble
field
.
The
squishing
noise
no
longer
came
from
his
shoes
.
He
went
by
instinct
toward
the
other
side
of
the
stubble
field
,
and
at
last
he
came
to
the
road
.
Very
cautiously
he
approached
the
square
of
houses
.
Once
a
guard
,
thinking
he
heard
a
noise
,
called
,
«
Who
’
s
there
?
»
Tom
dropped
and
froze
to
the
ground
,
and
the
flashlight
beam
passed
over
him
.
He
crept
silently
to
the
door
of
the
Joad
house
.
The
door
squalled
on
its
hinges
.
And
Ma
’
s
voice
,
calm
and
steady
and
wide
awake
:
«
What
’
s
that
?
»
«
Me
,
Tom
.
»
«
Well
,
you
better
get
some
sleep
.
Al
ain
’
t
in
yet
.
»
«
He
must
a
foun
’
a
girl
.
»
«
Go
on
to
sleep
,
"
she
said
softly
.
«
Over
under
the
window
.
»
