И проиграли бой

           Jimcarriedhisbucketdowntherowandemptieditgentlyintoabox."Gotthetime?"

           Thecheckerlookedathiswatch."Eleven-thirty.Findoutanything?"

           "Hell,no.Thatkid’sjustshootingoffhisface.Hethinkshe’sanewspaper.I’llmixaroundsomeafterdinnerandsee."

           "Well,getthedopeasquickasyoucan.Canyoudriveatruck?"

           "Whynot?"

           "Wemightbeabletoputyouonatruck."

           "That’dbeswell."Jimwalkedaway,downtherow.Themeninthetreesandontheladdersweretalking.Hewentupaheavy-ladentreewheretwomenwere.

           "Hello,kid.Comeonupandjointheparty."

           "Thanks."Jimsettledtopicking."Lotsoftalkthismorning,"heobserved.

           "Sureis.Wewasjustdoin’some.Everybody’stalkin’strike."

           Jimsaid,"Whenenoughguystalkstrike,astrikeusuallycomesoff."

           Thesecondman,highupinthetree,brokein."Iwasjusttellin’Jerry,Idon’tlikeit.Christknowsweain’tmakin’much,butifwestrike,wedon’tmakenothin’."

           "Notrightnowwedon’t,"saidJerry."Butlaterwemakemore.Thisdamnapplepickin’don’tlastlong,butcottonpickin’lastslonger.ThewayIfigureitout,thecottonpeopleiswatchin’thisthing.