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           Heturnedhisheadasthethreewentby."Yarunnin’outagas,"Tomsaid.

           "Well,timetocloseupanyways."

           "Nomorehalf-bucksrollin’downtheroad,Iguess,"Tomsaid.Thechairlegshitthefloor."Don’tyougoa-sassin’me.I’memberyou.You’reoneoftheseheretroublemakers."

           "Damnright,"saidTom."I’mbolshevisky."

           "They’stoodamnmanyofyoukindaguysaroun’."

           TomlaughedastheywentoutthegateandclimbedintotheDodge.Hepickedupaclodandthrewitatthelight.Theyheardithitthehouseandsawtheproprietorspringtohisfeetandpeerintothedarkness.Tomstartedthecarandpulledintotheroad.Andhelistenedcloselytothemotorasitturnedover,listenedforknocks.Theroadspreaddimlyundertheweaklightsofthecar.