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Chapter 22
Theykeepcareofkidsan’lookafterthesanitaryunits.Ifyourmaisn’tworking,she’lllookafterkidsfortheonesthatisworking,an’whenshegetsajob—why,there’llbeothers.Theysew,andanursecomesoutan’teaches’em.Allkindsofthingslikethat.»
«Youmeantosaytheyain’tnocops?»
«No,sir.Nocopcancomeinherewithoutawarrant.»
«Well,s’poseafellaisjus’mean,ordrunkan’quarrelsome.Whatthen?»
Thewatchmanstabbedtheblotterwithapencil.«Well,thefirsttimetheCentralCommitteewarnshim.Andthesecondtimetheyreallywarnhim.Thethirdtimetheykickhimoutofthecamp.»
«GodAlmighty,Ican’thardlybelieveit!Tonightthedeputiesan’themfellaswiththelittlecaps,theyburnedthecampoutbytheriver.»
«Theydon’tgetinhere,"thewatchmansaid.«Somenightstheboyspatrolthefences,’speciallydancenights.»
«Dancenights?JesusChrist!»
«WegotthebestdancesinthecountyeverySaturdaynight.»
«Well,forChrist’ssake!Whyain’ttheymoreplaceslikethis?»
Thewatchmanlookedsullen.«You’llhavetofindthatoutyourself.Gogetsomesleep.»
«Goodnight,"saidTom.«Ma’sgonnalikethisplace.Sheain’tbeentreateddecentforalongtime.»
«Goodnight,"thewatchmansaid.«Getsomesleep.Thiscampwakesupearly.»
Tomwalkeddownthestreetbetweentherowsoftents.Hiseyesgrewusedtothestarlight.Hesawthattherowswerestraightandthattherewasnolitteraboutthetents.Thegroundofthestreethadbeensweptandsprinkled.
