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Chapter 4
Hisblueshirtdarkeneddownhisbackandunderhisarms.Hepulledatthevisorofhiscapandcreaseditinthemiddle,breakingitscardboardliningsocompletelythatitcouldneverlooknewagain.Andhisstepstookonnewspeedandintenttowardtheshadeofthedistantwillowtree.Atthewillowheknewtherewouldbeshade,atleastonehardbarofabsoluteshadethrownbythetrunk,sincethesunhadpasseditszenith.Thesunwhippedthebackofhisnecknowandmadealittlehumminginhishead.Hecouldnotseethebaseofthetree,foritgrewoutofalittleswalethatheldwaterlongerthanthelevelplaces.Joadspeededhispaceagainstthesun,andhestarteddownthedeclivity.Heslowedcautiously,forthebarofabsoluteshadewastaken.Amansatontheground,leaningagainstthetrunkofthetree.Hislegswerecrossedandonebarefootextendednearlyashighashishead.HedidnothearJoadapproaching,forhewaswhistlingsolemnlythetuneof"Yes,Sir,That’sMyBaby."Hisextendedfootswungslowlyupanddowninthetempo.Itwasnotdancetempo.Hestoppedwhistlingandsanginaneasythintenor:
"Yes,sir,that’smySaviour,
Je-susismySaviour,
Je-susismySaviournow.
Onthelevel
’Snotthedevil,
JesusismySaviournow."
Joadhadmovedintotheimperfectshadeofthemoltingleavesbeforethemanheardhimcoming,stoppedhissong,andturnedhishead.Itwasalonghead,bony;tightofskin,andsetonaneckasstringyandmuscularasacelerystalk.
