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Pa
squatted
down
in
the
doorway
.
«
Comin
’
up
fast
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
think
we
oughta
go
talk
to
the
other
fellas
.
See
if
they
’
ll
help
ditch
up
.
Got
to
git
outa
here
if
they
won
’
t
.
»
Pa
looked
down
the
long
car
to
the
Wainwright
end
.
Al
was
with
them
,
sitting
beside
Aggie
.
Pa
walked
into
their
precinct
.
«
Water
’
s
risin
’
,
"
he
said
.
«
How
about
if
we
throwed
up
a
bank
?
We
could
do
her
if
ever
’
body
helped
.
»
Wainwright
said
,
«
We
was
jes
’
talkin
’
.
Seems
like
we
oughta
be
gettin
’
outa
here
.
»
Pa
said
,
«
You
been
aroun
’
.
You
know
what
chancet
we
got
a
gettin
’
a
dry
place
to
stay
.
»
«
I
know
.
But
jes
’
the
same
—
"
Al
said
,
«
Pa
,
if
they
go
,
I
’
m
a
-
goin
’
too
.
»
Pa
looked
startled
.
«
You
can
’
t
,
Al
.
The
truck
—
We
ain
’
t
fit
to
drive
that
truck
.
»
«
I
don
’
care
.
Me
an
’
Aggie
got
to
stick
together
.
»
«
Now
you
wait
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
Come
on
over
here
.
»
Wainwright
and
Al
got
to
their
feet
and
approached
the
door
.
«
See
?
»
Pa
said
,
pointing
.
«
Jus
’
a
bank
from
there
an
’
down
to
there
.
»
He
looked
at
his
stick
.
The
water
swirled
about
it
now
,
and
crept
up
the
bank
.
«
Be
a
lot
a
work
,
an
’
then
she
might
come
over
anyways
,
"
Wainwright
protested
.
