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Chapter 26
«Mornin’.»Themanranhisfingersthroughhiscoarse,short,grayinghair.
«Youpeoplelookingforwork?»
«Wesureare,mister.Lookin’evenunderboards.»
«Canyoupickpeaches?»
«Weneverdoneit,"Pasaid.«Wecandoanything,"Tomsaidhurriedly.«Wecanpickanythingthereis.»Themanfingeredhisgoldfootball.«Well,there’splentyofworkforyouaboutfortymilesnorth.»
«We’dsureadmiretogetit,"saidTom.«Youtellushowtogetthere,an’we’llgoa-lopin’.»
«Well,yougonorthtoPixley,that’sthirty-fiveorsixmiles,andyouturneast.Goaboutsixmiles.AskanybodywheretheHooperranchis.You’llfindplentyofworkthere.»
«Wesurewill.»
«Knowwherethere’sotherpeoplelookingforwork?»
«Sure,"saidTom.«DownattheWeedpatchcampthey’splentylookin’forwork.»
«I’lltakearundownthere.Wecanusequiteafew.Remembernow,turneastatPixleyandkeepstraighteasttotheHooperranch.»
«Sure,"saidTom.«An’wethankya,mister.Weneedworkawfulbad.»
«Allright.Getalongassoonasyoucan.»Hewalkedbackacrosstheroad,climbedintohisopenroadster,anddroveawaysouth.
Tomthrewhisweightonthepump.«Twentyapiece,"hecalled.«One—two—three—four—"AttwentyAltookthepump,andthenPaandthenUncleJohn.Thetirefilledoutandgrewplumpandsmooth.Threetimesaround,thepumpwent.«Let’erdownan’le’ssee,"saidTom.
Alreleasedthejackandloweredthecar.«Gotplenty,"hesaid.«Maybealittletoomuch.»
