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Chapter 20
Tomshiveredallover.«Yes,sir,"hesaid.Heputthecarinreverse,backedaroundandturned.Heheadedbackthewayhehadcome.Mareleasedhisarmandpattedhimsoftly.AndTomtriedtorestrainhishardsmotheredsobbing.
«Don’youmind.»Masaid.«Don’youmind.»
Tomblewhisnoseoutthewindowandwipedhiseyesonhissleeve.
«Thesons-of-bitches—"
«Youdonegood,"Masaidtenderly.«Youdonejus’good.»
Tomswervedintoasidedirtroad,ranahundredyards,andturnedoffhislightsandmotor.Hegotoutofthecar,carryingthejackhandle.
«Whereyougoin’?»Mademanded.
«Jus’gonnalook.Weain’tgoin’north.»Theredlanternsmovedupthehighway.Tomwatchedthemcrosstheentranceofthedirtroadandcontinueon.Inafewmomentstherecamethesoundsofshoutsandscreams,andthenaflaringlightarosefromthedirectionoftheHooverville.Thelightgrewandspread,andfromthedistancecameacracklingsound.Tomgotinthetruckagain.Heturnedaroundandranupthedirtroadwithoutlights.Atthehighwayheturnedsouthagain,andheturnedonhislights.
Maaskedtimidly,«Wherewegoin’,Tom?»
«Goin’south,"hesaid.«Wecouldn’letthembastardspushusaroun’.Wecouldn’.Trytogetaroun’thetown’thoutgoin’throughit.»
«Yeah,butwherewegoin’?»Paspokeforthefirsttime.«That’swhatIwanttaknow.»
«Gonnalookforthatgov’mentcamp,"Tomsaid.«Afellasaidtheydon’letnodeputiesinthere.Ma—Igottogetawayfrom’em.I’mscairtI’llkillone.»
