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Chapter 20
«Maybehewasa-gonnasurpriseus.»
Masaid,«Maybethat’sjus’whathedone.»Theyledhertothetruckandhelpedherupontopoftheload,andshecrawledunderthetarpaulinanddisappearedintothedarkcave.
Nowthebeardedmanfromtheweedshackcametimidlytothetruck.Hewaitedabout,hishandsclutchedbehindhisback.«Yougonnaleaveanystuffafellacoulduse?»heaskedatlast.
Pasaid,«Can’tthinkofnothin’.Weain’tgotnothin’toleave.»
Tomasked,«Ain’tyagettin’out?»
Foralongtimethebeardedmanstaredathim.«No,"hesaidatlast.
«Butthey’llburnyaout.»
Theunsteadyeyesdroppedtotheground.«Iknow.Theydoneitbefore.»
«Well,whythehelldon’tyagetout?»
Thebewilderedeyeslookedupforamoment,andthendownagain,andthedyingfirelightwasreflectedredly.«Idon’know.Takessolongtogitstufftogether.»
«Youwon’thavenothin’iftheyburnyaout.»
«Iknow.Youain’tleavin’nothin’afellacoulduse?»
«Cleanedout,slick,"saidPa.Thebeardedmanvaguelywanderedaway.«What’samatterwithhim?»Pademanded.
«Cop-happy,"saidTom.«Fellawassayin’—he’sbull-simple.Beenbeatovertheheadtoomuch.»
Asecondlittlecaravandrovepastthecampandclimbedtotheroadandmovedaway.
«Comeon,Pa.Let’sgo.Lookhere,Pa.Youan’mean’Alrideintheseat.Macangetontheload.No,Ma,yourideinthemiddle,Al"—Tomreachedundertheseatandbroughtoutamonkeywrench—"Al,yougetupbehind.Takethishere.Jus’incase.
