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           "Wegotplentytoworryabout’thoutyoufiggerin’outthingstoworryabout."

           "Ican’the’pit,"shesaid."Minuteyoucrossthelineyoudoneacrime."

           "Well,that’sbetter’nstickin’aroun’Sallisawan’starvin’todeath,"hesaid."Webetterlookoutforaplacetostop."

           TheywentthroughBethanyandoutontheotherside.Inaditch,whereaculvertwentundertheroad,anoldtouringcarwaspulledoffthehighwayandalittletentwaspitchedbesideit,andsmokecameoutofastovepipethroughthetent.Tompointedahead."There’ssomefolkscampin’.Lookslikeasgoodaplaceasweseen."Heslowedhismotorandpulledtoastopbesidetheroad.Thehoodoftheoldtouringcarwasup,andamiddle-agedmanstoodlookingdownatthemotor.Heworeacheapstrawsombrero,ablueshirt,andablack,spottedvest,andhisjeanswerestiffandshinywithdirt.Hisfacewaslean,thedeepcheek-linesgreatfurrowsdownhisfacesothathischeekbonesandchinstoodoutsharply.HelookedupattheJoadtruckandhiseyeswerepuzzledandangry.

           Tomleanedoutofthewindow."Anylaw’gainstfolksstoppin’hereforthenight?"

           Themanhadseenonlythetruck.HiseyesfocuseddownonTom."Idunno,"hesaid."Weon’ystoppedhere’causewecouldn’tgitnofurther."

           "Anywaterhere?"

           Themanpointedtoaservice-stationshackaboutaquarterofamileahead."They’swatertherethey’llletyatakeabucketof."Tomhesitated.