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           Theyweresilentathiswords;thenTomsaid,"Copsayshe’llrunusinifwe’reheretomorra."

           Wilsonshookhishead.Hiseyeswereglazedwithworry,andapalenessshowedthroughhisdarkskin."Jus’haftado’er,then.Sairycan’tgo.Iftheyjailus,why,they’llhaftajailus.Shegottores’an’getstrong."

           Pasaid,"Maybewebetterwaitan’allgotogether."

           "No,"Wilsonsaid."Youbeennicetous;youbeenkin’,butyoucan’tstayhere.Yougottogetonan’getjobsandwork.Weain’tgonnaletyoustay."

           Pasaidexcitedly,"Butyouain’tgotnothing."

           Wilsonsmiled."Neverhadnothin’whenyoutookusup.Thisain’tnoneofyourbusiness.Don’tyoumakemegitmean.Yougottogo,orI’llgetmeanan’mad."

           MabeckonedPaintothecoverofthetarpaulinandspokesoftlytohim.

           WilsonturnedtoCasy."Sairywantyoushouldgoseeher."

           "Sure,"saidthepreacher.HewalkedtotheWilsontent,tinyandgray,andheslippedtheflapsasideandentered.Itwasduskyandhotinside.Themattresslayontheground,andtheequipmentwasscatteredabout,asithadbeenunloadedinthemorning.Sairylayonthemattress,hereyeswideandbright.Hestoodandlookeddownather,hislargeheadbentandthestringymusclesofhisnecktightalongthesides.Andhetookoffhishatandhelditinhishand.

           Shesaid,"Didmymantellyawecouldn’goon?"

           "That’swhathesaid."

           Herlow,beautifulvoicewenton,"Iwantedustogo.