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Chapter 6
Ifwetakedirtlikeabunchoflousysheepthenthecottonpeoplewillnickusdeeper.That’sthewayIfigureitout,anyway."
Jimsmiled."Soundsreasonable."
Theothermansaid,"Well,Idon’tlikeit.Idon’tlikenotroubleifIcangetoutofit.Lotofmen’llgethurt.Ican’tseenogoodinitatall.Ineveryetseenastrikeraisewagesforlong."
Jerrysaid,"Iftheguysgoout,yougoin’tobeascab?"
"No,Jerry,Iwouldn’tdothat.Ifthemengoout,I’llgotoo.Iwon’tscab,butIdon’tlikeit."
Jimasked,"Theygotanyorganizationgoingyet?"
"NotthatIheard,"saidJerry."Nobody’scalledameetingupyet.We’lljustsittight;butthewayIgotitfigured,iftheguysgoout,I’mgoin’outtoo."
Awheezywhistletootedatthepackingplant."Noon,"saidJerry."Igotsomesanrichesunderthatpileofboxesthere.Wantsome?"
"No,thanks,"saidJim."IgottomeettheguyItravelwith."
Helefthisbucketatthechecker’spostandwalkedtowardthepackingplant.Throughthetreeshecouldseeatall,white-washedbuildingwithaloadingplatformalongoneside.Thesortingbeltwasstillnow.AsJimdrewnearhesawmenandwomensittingontheplatform,hangingtheirlegsoverwhiletheyatetheirlunches.Agroupofaboutthirtymenhadcollectedatoneendofthebuilding.Someoneinthecenterofthecrowdwastalkingexcitedly.Jimcouldheartheriseandfallofhisvoice,butnothiswords.