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«
Yeah
.
»
«
Well
,
I
get
off
there
.
Sure
,
I
know
you
’
re
wettin
’
your
pants
to
know
what
I
done
.
I
ain
’
t
a
guy
to
let
you
down
.
»
The
high
hum
of
the
motor
dulled
and
the
song
of
the
tires
dropped
in
pitch
.
Joad
got
out
his
pint
and
took
another
short
drink
.
The
truck
drifted
to
a
stop
where
a
dirt
road
opened
at
right
angles
to
the
highway
.
Joad
got
out
and
stood
beside
the
cab
window
.
The
vertical
exhaust
pipe
puttered
up
its
barely
visible
blue
smoke
.
Joad
leaned
toward
the
driver
.
«
Homicide
,
"
he
said
quickly
.
«
That
’
s
a
big
word
—
means
I
killed
a
guy
.
Seven
years
.
I
’
m
sprung
in
four
for
keepin
’
my
nose
clean
.
»
The
driver
’
s
eyes
slipped
over
Joad
’
s
face
to
memorize
it
.
«
I
never
asked
you
nothin
’
about
it
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
mind
my
own
yard
.
»
«
You
can
tell
about
it
in
every
joint
from
here
to
Texola
.
»
He
smiled
.
«
So
long
,
fella
.
You
been
a
good
guy
.
But
look
,
when
you
been
in
stir
a
little
while
,
you
can
smell
a
question
comin
’
from
hell
to
breakfast
.
You
telegraphed
yours
the
first
time
you
opened
your
trap
.
»
He
spatted
the
metal
door
with
the
palm
of
his
hand
.
«
Thanks
for
the
lift
,
"
he
said
.
«
So
long
.
»
He
turned
away
and
walked
into
the
dirt
road
.
For
a
moment
the
driver
stared
after
him
,
and
then
he
called
,
«
Luck
!
»
Joad
waved
his
hand
without
looking
around
.
Then
the
motor
roared
up
and
the
gears
clicked
and
the
great
red
truck
rolled
heavily
away
.
The
concrete
highway
was
edged
with
a
mat
of
tangled
,
broken
,
dry
grass
,
and
the
grass
heads
were
heavy
with
oat
beards
to
catch
on
a
dog
’
s
coat
,
and
foxtails
to
tangle
in
a
horse
’
s
fetlocks
,
and
clover
burrs
to
fasten
in
sheep
’
s
wool
;
sleeping
life
waiting
to
be
spread
and
dispersed
,
every
seed
armed
with
an
appliance
of
dispersal
,
twisting
darts
and
parachutes
for
the
wind
,
little
spears
and
balls
of
tiny
thorns
,
and
all
waiting
for
animals
and
for
the
wind
,
for
a
man
’
s
trouser
cuff
or
the
hem
of
a
woman
’
s
skirt
,
all
passive
but
armed
with
appliances
of
activity
,
still
,
but
each
possessed
of
the
anlage
of
movement
.
The
sun
lay
on
the
grass
and
warmed
it
,
and
in
the
shade
under
the
grass
the
insects
moved
,
ants
and
ant
lions
to
set
traps
for
them
,
grasshoppers
to
jump
into
the
air
and
flick
their
yellow
wings
for
a
second
,
sow
bugs
like
little
armadillos
,
plodding
restlessly
on
many
tender
feet
.
And
over
the
grass
at
the
roadside
a
land
turtle
crawled
,
turning
aside
for
nothing
,
dragging
his
high
-
domed
shell
over
the
grass
:
His
hard
legs
and
yellow
-
nailed
feet
threshed
slowly
through
the
grass
,
not
really
walking
,
but
boosting
and
dragging
his
shell
along
.
The
barley
beards
slid
off
his
shell
,
and
the
clover
burrs
fell
on
him
and
rolled
to
the
ground
.
His
horny
beak
was
partly
open
,
and
his
fierce
,
humorous
eyes
,
under
brows
like
fingernails
,
stared
straight
ahead
.
He
came
over
the
grass
leaving
a
beaten
trail
behind
him
,
and
the
hill
,
which
was
the
highway
embankment
,
reared
up
ahead
of
him
.
For
a
moment
he
stopped
,
his
head
held
high
.
He
blinked
and
looked
up
and
down
.
At
last
he
started
to
climb
the
embankment
.
Front
clawed
feet
reached
forward
but
did
not
touch
.
The
hind
feet
kicked
his
shell
along
,
and
it
scraped
on
the
grass
,
and
on
the
gravel
.
As
the
embankment
grew
steeper
and
steeper
,
the
more
frantic
were
the
efforts
of
the
land
turtle
.
Pushing
hind
legs
strained
and
slipped
,
boosting
the
shell
along
,
and
the
horny
head
protruded
as
far
as
the
neck
could
stretch
.
Little
by
little
the
shell
slid
up
the
embankment
until
at
last
a
parapet
cut
straight
across
its
line
of
march
,
the
shoulder
of
the
road
,
a
concrete
wall
four
inches
high
.
As
though
they
worked
independently
the
hind
legs
pushed
the
shell
against
the
wall
.
The
head
upraised
and
peered
over
the
wall
to
the
broad
smooth
plain
of
cement
.
Now
the
hands
,
braced
on
top
of
the
wall
,
strained
and
lifted
,
and
the
shell
came
slowly
up
and
rested
its
front
end
on
the
wall
.
For
a
moment
the
turtle
rested
.
A
red
ant
ran
into
the
shell
,
into
the
soft
skin
inside
the
shell
,
and
suddenly
head
and
legs
snapped
in
,
and
the
armored
tail
clamped
in
sideways
.
The
red
ant
was
crushed
between
body
and
legs
.
And
one
head
of
wild
oats
was
clamped
into
the
shell
by
a
front
leg
.
For
a
long
moment
the
turtle
lay
still
,
and
then
the
neck
crept
out
and
the
old
humorous
frowning
eyes
looked
about
and
the
legs
and
tail
came
out
.
The
back
legs
went
to
work
,
straining
like
elephant
legs
,
and
the
shell
tipped
to
an
angle
so
that
the
front
legs
could
not
reach
the
level
cement
plain
.
But
higher
and
higher
the
hind
legs
boosted
it
,
until
at
last
the
center
of
balance
was
reached
,
the
front
tipped
down
,
the
front
legs
scratched
at
the
pavement
,
and
it
was
up
.
But
the
head
of
wild
oats
was
held
by
its
stem
around
the
front
legs
.
