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Chapter 22
Fromthetentscamethesnoresofsleepingpeople.Thewholecampbuzzedandsnorted.Tomwalkedslowly.HenearedNumberFourSanitaryUnitandhelookedatitcuriously,anunpaintedbuilding,lowandrough.Underaroof,butopenatthesides,therowsofwashtrays.HesawtheJoadtruckstandingnearby,andwentquietlytowardit.Thetarpaulinwaspitchedandthecampwasquiet.Ashedrewnearafiguremovedfromtheshadowofthetruckandcametowardhim.
Masaidsoftly,«Thatyou,Tom?»
«Yeah.»
«Sh!»shesaid.«They’reallasleep.Theywastar’dout.»
«Yououghttobeasleeptoo,"Tomsaid.
«Well,Iwantedtoseeya.Isitawright?»
«It’snice,"Tomsaid.«Iain’tgonnatellya.They’lltellyainthemornin’.Yagonnalikeit.»
Shewhispered,«Iheardtheygothotwater.»
«Yeah.Now,yougettosleep.Idon’knowwhenyouslep’las’.»
Shebegged,«Whatain’tyoua-gonnatellme?»
«Iain’t.Yougettosleep.»
Suddenlysheseemedgirlish.«HowcanIsleepifIgottothinkaboutwhatyouain’tgonnatellme?»
«No,youdon’t,"Tomsaid.«Firstthinginthemornin’yougetonyourotherdressan’then—you’llfindout.»
«Ican’tsleepwithnothin’likethathangin’overme.»
«Yougotto,"Tomchuckledhappily.«Youjus’gotto.»
«Goodnight,"shesaidsoftly;andshebentdownandslippedunderthedarktarpaulin.
Tomclimbedupoverthetail-boardofthetruck.
