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Al
went
outside
to
the
truck
.
He
studied
the
matter
and
backed
up
near
the
steps
.
Ma
said
,
«
Quick
now
.
Git
that
mattress
in
!
»
Pa
and
Uncle
John
flung
it
over
the
end
gate
.
«
Now
that
one
.
»
They
tossed
the
second
mattress
up
.
«
Now
—
Tom
,
you
jump
up
there
an
’
git
under
.
Hurry
up
.
»
Tom
climbed
quickly
,
and
dropped
.
He
straightened
one
mattress
and
pulled
the
second
on
top
of
him
.
Pa
bent
it
upwards
,
stood
it
sides
up
,
so
that
the
arch
covered
Tom
.
He
could
see
out
between
the
side
-
boards
of
the
truck
.
Pa
and
Al
and
Uncle
John
loaded
quickly
,
piled
the
blankets
on
top
of
Tom
’
s
cave
,
stood
the
buckets
against
the
sides
,
spread
the
last
mattress
behind
.
Pots
and
pans
,
extra
clothes
,
went
in
loose
,
for
their
boxes
had
been
burned
.
They
were
nearly
finished
loading
when
a
guard
moved
near
,
carrying
his
shotgun
across
his
crooked
arm
.
«
What
’
s
goin
’
on
here
?
»
he
asked
.
«
We
’
re
goin
’
out
,
"
said
Pa
.
«
What
for
?
»
«
Well
—
we
got
a
job
offered
—
good
job
.
»
«
Yeah
?
Where
’
s
it
at
?
»
«
Why
—
down
by
Weedpatch
.
»
«
Let
’
s
have
a
look
at
you
.
»
He
turned
a
flashlight
in
Pa
’
s
face
,
in
Uncle
John
’
s
,
and
in
Al
’
s
.
«
Wasn
’
t
there
another
fella
with
you
?
»
Al
said
,
«
You
mean
that
hitch
-
hiker
?
Little
short
fella
with
a
pale
face
?
»
«
Yeah
.
I
guess
that
’
s
what
he
looked
like
.
»
«
We
jus
’
picked
him
up
on
the
way
in
.
He
went
away
this
mornin
’
when
the
rate
dropped
.
»
