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Chapter 20
They’llburnyaoutifyadon’t.’Fyouthinkthatguy’sgonnatakeabeatin’’thoutgettin’back,you’renuts.Thepool-roomboys’llbedownheretonighttoburnusout.»
«Guesswebettergit,then,"Tomsaid.«Whereyoua-goin’?»
«Why,upnorth,likeIsaid.»
Alsaid,«Look,afellatol’me’boutagov’mentcampnearhere.Where’sitat?»
«Oh,Ithinkthat’sfullup.»
«Well,where’sitat?»
«Gosouthon99’bouttwelve-fourteenmiles,an’turneasttoWeedpatch.It’srightnearthere.ButIthinkshe’sfullup.»
«Fellasaysit’snice,"Alsaid.
«Sure,she’snice.Treatyalikeaman’steadofadog.Ain’tnocopsthere.Butshe’sfullup.»
Tomsaid,«WhatIcan’tunderstan’swhythatcopwassomean.Seemedlikehewasaimin’fortrouble;seemedlikehe’spokin’afellatomaketrouble.»
Floydsaid,«Idon’knowabouthere,butupnorthIknowedoneathemfellas,an’hewasanicefella.Hetol’meuptherethedeputiesgottotakeguysin.Sheriffgetsseventy-fivecentsadayforeachprisoner,an’hefeeds’emforaquarter.Ifheain’tgotprisoners,hedon’makenoprofit.Thisfellasayshedidn’pickupnobodyforaweek,an’thesherifftol’’imhebetterbringinguysorgiveuphisbutton.Thisfellatodaysurelookslikehe’souttomakeapinchonewayoranother.»
«Wegottogeton,"saidTom.«Solong,Floyd.»
«Solong.Prob’lyseeyou.Hopeso.»
«Good-by,"saidAl.TheywalkedthroughthedarkgraycamptotheJoadtent.
