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Chapter 20
Thegirllookedquestioninglyather.
«Well,shedid,"Ruthiesaid.«An’thecor’nergother.»Sheclosedherlipstightlyandbrokeupalittlepileofsticks.
Winfieldblinkedattheboldnessoftheattack.«Rightonthetruck,"heechoed.«Cor’nerstuckherinabigbasket.»Masaid,«Youshushnow,bothofyou,oryougottogoaway.»Andshefedtwigsintothefire.DownthelineAlhadstrolledtowatchthevalve-grindingjob.
«Lookslikeyou’re’boutthrough,"hesaid.
«Twomore.»
«Istheyanygirlsinthisherecamp?»
«Igotawife,"saidtheyoungman.«Igotnotimeforgirls.»
«Ialwaysgottimeforgirls,"saidAl.«Igotnotimefornothin’else.»
«Yougetalittlehungryan’you’llchange.»
Allaughed.«Maybe.ButIain’tneverchangedthatnotionyet.»
«FellaItalkedtowhileago,he’swithyou,ain’the?»
«Yeah!MybrotherTom.Betternotfoolwithhim.Hekilledafella.»
«Did?Whatfor?»
«Fight.FellagotaknifeinTom.Tombusted’imwithashovel.»
«Did,huh?What’dthelawdo?»
«Let’imoff’causeitwasafight,"saidAl.
«Hedon’tlooklikeaquarreler.»
«Oh,heain’t.ButTomdon’ttakenothin’fromnobody.»Al’svoicewasveryproud.«Tom,he’squiet.But—lookout!»
«Well—Italkedto’im.Hedidn’soun’mean.»
«Heain’t.Jus’asniceaspietillhe’sroused,an’then—lookout.»Theyoungmangroundatthelastvalve.«Likemetohe’pyougetthemvalvessetan’theheadon?»
«Sure,ifyougotnothin’elsetodo.»
