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Chapter 20
Two-threedaysforakid.»Hewentbacktohisjob,spreadthecompoundonavalveseat,andhishandjerkedrapidlybackandforthonthebrace,andhisfacewasdullanddumb.
Tomstrolledslowlybacktohiscamp.«Bull-simple,"hesaidunderhisbreath.
PaandUncleJohncametowardthecamp,theirarmsloadedwithdrywillowsticks,andtheythrewthemdownbythefireandsquattedontheirhams.«Gotherpickedoverprettygood,"saidPa.«Hadtagoalongwaysforwood.»Helookedupatthecircleofstaringchildren.«LordGodAlmighty!»hesaid.«Where’dyoucomefrom?»Allofthechildrenlookedself-consciouslyattheirfeet.
«Guesstheysmelledthecookin’,"saidMa.«Winfiel’,getoutfromunderfoot.»Shepushedhimoutofherway.«Gottamakeusupalittlestew,"shesaid.«Weain’tetnothin’cookedrightsencewecomefromhome.Pa,yougouptothestoretherean’getsomeneckmeat.Makeanicestewhere.»Pastoodupandsaunteredaway.
Alhadthehoodofthecarup,andhelookeddownatthegreasyengine.HelookedupwhenTomapproached.«Yousurelookhappyasabuzzard,"Alsaid.
«I’mjus’gayasatoadinspringrain,"saidTom.
«Lookatheengine,"Alpointed.«Purtygood,huh?»
Tompeeredin.«Looksawrighttome.»
«Awright?Jesus,she’swonderful.Sheain’tshotnooilnornothin’.»Heunscrewedasparkplugandstuckhisforefingerinthehole.«Crustedupsome,butshe’sdry.»
Tomsaid,«Youdoneanicejobapickin’.
