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           "Makesanoise,butshestillgoes,"Londonshouted.Hebackedaroundanddroveouttheroughdirtroadthroughtheorchard,andturnedrightontheconcretestatehighway.Thecarchatteredandrattledovertheroad;thecoldairwhistledinthroughthebrokenwindshieldsothatJimcroucheddownbehindtheprotectionofthefrontseat.Townlightsglowedintheskybehindthem.Onbothsidestheroadwaslinedwithbigdarkappletrees,andsometimesthelightsofhousesshonefrombehindthem.TheFordovertookandpassedgreattransporttrucks,gasolinetanktrucks,silvermilktanks,outlinedwithlittlebluelights.Fromasmallranchhouseashepherddogranout,andLondonswervedsharplytoavoidhittinghim.

           "Hewon’tlastlong,"Macshouted.

           "Ihatetohitadog,"saidLondon."Don’tmindcats.IkilledthreecatsonthewayherefromRadcliffe."

           Thecarrattledon,goingaboutthirtymilesanhour.Sometimestwoofthecylindersstoppedfiring,sothattheenginejerkedalonguntilthemissingtwowentbacktowork.

           Whentheyhadgoneaboutfivemiles,Londonsloweddown."Roadoughttobesomewhereinhere,"hesaid.Alittlerowofsilvermail-boxesshowedhimwheretoturnintothedirtroad.Overtheroadwasawoodenarchbearingthewords,"HunterBros.FruitCo.SBrandApples."Thecarstutteredslowlyalongtheroad.Suddenlyamansteppedintotheroadandhelduphishand.LondonbroughttheFordtoastop.

           "Youboysworkinghere?"hemanasked.

           "No,weain’t."

           "Well,wedon’tneedanymorehelp.We’reallfullup."