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Chapter 13
P.S.Inearlygotpickeduplastnight.
P.P.S.Onlytwelveaxe-handles."
Macwaslaughing."Oh,Jesus!Oh,Christ!Twocowsandacalfandbeans.Thatgivesustime.Jim,runoverandfindLondon.Tellhimtocomehereasquickashecan."
Jimplungedoff,andwalkedthroughthecrowd.Inamomenthecameback,withLondonhurryingbesidehim.
Maccried,"Didhetellyou,London?Didhe?"
"Hesaysyougotfood."
"Hellyes.Twocowsandacalf.Tensacksofbeans!Whytheguyscangorightoutinthistrucknow."
Fromthecrowdedsideofthecemeterycamethebeatingofmudthrowndownonthepinecasket."Y’see,"Macsaid."Theguys’llfeelfinewhentheygettheirstomachsfullofmeatandbeans."
Londonsaid,"Icoulddowithapieceofmeatmyself."
"Look,London,I’llgoonthetruck.Givemeabouttenmentoguardit.Jim,youcancomewithme."Hehesitated."Wherewegoingtogetwood?We’reaboutoutofwood.Look,London,leteveryguypickupapieceortwoofwood,fencepicket,pieceofculvert,anything.Tell’emwhatit’sfor.Whenyougetback,digaholeandstartafireinit.You’llfindenoughjunkinthosedamnedoldcarstopieceoutascreen.Getyourfiregoing."Heturnedbacktothered-hairedyoungman."WhereisthisGallinasRoad?"
"’Boutamilefromhere.Youcandropmeoffontheway."
