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Chapter 22
Ruthietookafewstepsinthatdirection,butshecouldnotleave.ShecrepttotheentranceoftheJoadtentandlookedin.Ononeside,lyingontheground,layUncleJohn,hismouthopenandhissnoresbubblingspittilyinhisthroat.MaandPawerecoveredwithacomfort,theirheadsin,awayfromthelight.AlwasonthefarsidefromUncleJohn,andhisarmwasflungoverhiseyes.NearthefrontofthetentRoseofSharonandWinfieldlay,andtherewasthespacewhereRuthiehadbeen,besideWinfield.Shesquatteddownandpeeredin.HereyesremainedonWinfield’stowhead;andasshelooked,thelittleboyopenedhiseyesandstaredoutather,andhiseyesweresolemn.Ruthieputherfingertoherlipsandbeckonedwithherotherhand.WinfieldrolledhiseyesovertoRoseofSharon.Herpinkflushedfacewasneartohim,andhermouthwasopenalittle.Winfieldcarefullyloosenedtheblanketandslippedout.HecreptoutofthetentcautiouslyandjoinedRuthie.«Howlongyoubeenup?»hewhispered.
Sheledhimawaywithelaboratecaution,andwhentheyweresafe,shesaid,«Ineverbeentobed.Iwasupallnight.»
«Youwasnot,"Winfieldsaid.«You’readirtyliar.»
«Awright,"shesaid.«IfI’maliarIain’tgonnatellyounothin’thathappened.Iain’tgonnatellhowthefellagotkilledwithastabknifean’howtheywasabearcomeinan’tookoffalittlechile.»
«Theywasn’tnobear,"Winfieldsaiduneasily.Hebrusheduphishairwithhisfingersandhepulleddownhisoverallsatthecrotch.
